Sooo... I live downtown and this just happened right outside my front door. If not for the telephone pole it would have hit my apartment. Since I've lived here I've had two vehicles hit the brick wall of my apartment. Thankfully no one was seriously injured.
Guy must have had a beef with that phone pole. I am guessing it owed him money. On the cereal I would consider moving to a less dangerous place that doesn't attract as many depressed vehicles that want to commit suicide.
He clipped the front of a car on the side street before hitting the pole. So I don't know if the car was trying to turn before the light changed... or if the truck ran a red light and hit the car and then the pole. Sadly the driver of the truck looked like he was 80, and there were two young boys in the truck with him.
My grandpa used to say: "When a man turns 65, they should take his license and burn it.'' Of course he used have road rage and call people sacks of wet assholes, and that was in his mid-late 70's early 80's. Though it still is rather unfortunate that they got into that sitch, and glad they are alright.
Sometimes it works, sometimes not. I feel like a Luddite. I had no trouble with Facebook, but we broke up. I think I'll stick to painting pictures with words.
The night my girlfriend and I went up to Helen's Bridge for some ghost-hunting. She doesn't want me putting images of her online so I'll just describe her instead: she's a motorcycle Tomboy whose ring fingers are much longer than her index fingers, indicating substantial testosterone levels for a female, (my ring to index finger ratio is almost dead-even, so I sometimes tell her that she's more of a man than I am, ) She has a massive tattoo of Pegasus on her right shoulder, and one of a black widow spider on her left. This night she had on her typical biker garb: leather Harley vest, do-rag et cetera. I would have went all black, but the lighter gray pants shown better at night since we were going to be on the road under the bridge for part of the time. Nothing unusual occurred up there that evening, but it was a fun little date, regardless.
One of my other hobbies is radio control, I've got a couple trucks that I'd love to take over that terrain.
Showing your age there, man. I almost didn't get it, until a light bulb clicked on in the memory closet. I'll bet you no one under the age of 30 gets it without Googling.
Actually I was expecting references to Monty Python's Holy Grail: http://questionthekillerrabbit.tumblr.com/