It’s 1:30 am and I’m sound asleep, visions of rally cars(either that or Drew Barrymore in the chubby days) running through my head, when I was abruptly woken up by Mamma G who says someone has been hit by a car across the street. Or maybe the neighbor’s dog. I pull on my pants and head downstairs to check things out, while Mrs. G calls the police. “are you calling about the car that hit a tree?” Sandy calls down to say there is a car in a tree somewhere.
Well, that somewhere is our next door neighbor’s front lawn. The 5 foot high pile of snow between the driveways has been obliterated and there are drunk teenagers scattered all over the street. Some are crying, some are fighting, while others are trying to get away before the police arrive.
I still don’t get the whole story. There was something about the car belonging to some girl’s parents, but the driver was some guy who took the car from her place without permission. Nobody knows his name, yet he arrived in her car to pick her up.
Weird.
Now the total distance covered is under 100 feet. Who knew a Crown Vic could generate enough velocity to move a couple of thousand pounds of snow and then smoke a tree in such a short space?
Fortunately, they didn’t make it any further, out onto the roads and other cars.
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OK, hit it Mr Piano Man!
DASHING THROUH THE SNOW….
Part of the Saturday night action in the GTA.
Not typical for our neighborhood, but stupid teenagers will be stupid teenagers!
I take it that this is not what you meant by Carnival of Wheels?
Teens, booze and snow removal don’t mix …