Beach Runner
beats on hood
There was a crazy accident in front of our house last night. We were watching TV, the door to the foyer was closed, the front door was closed, and the house is about .1 mile from the street. I heard very loud tire-screeching sounds and then a crash. Hubby and I hopped into the car and drove down the driveway. A teenager was driving too fast in post-rain conditions, the car did a 180, crashed into trees, and he walked out alive. No airbags deployed because apparently he had no side bags. All of the damage was on the sides and the rear. The car was crushed like an accordion, totally totalled. I guess it was just not his night to fly to the City of Angels. But if I could hear the tire sounds as far away as I was and as loud as our TV was, his daddy gonna be the City of Whomp-A$$.