The things that make you go Hmmmmmmm!?

..better ask max...i've got a bad memory ..what was the question again ?

oh...and fading eyesight

No Bugly. not from Finland....... A Sydney band..............
but I do stand.........

That's bloody terrible, Max.

Saved this picky years ago from across the ditch 
a car traveling a little to close to a spur truck on a private logging road 

 

Paul

There was a similar incident, again from the Land of the Long White Cloud, where a would be if he could be, rally driver ran up the date of one of those log trucks, in the dust. The stick went through windscreen, exiting out the back window. Miraculously, both occupants were unhurt, but it would have been an interesting conversation, as they continued hung up on the back of the truck.

Many moons ago, when I had a very different job, I had to attend an accident on the F3 just north of the Hawkesbury River. An Xa or XB Falcon with 2 guys in it collided with the end of the Armco railing, just to the right of centre. The rail went through the front of the car, the firewall, between the 2 front seats taking out the console then out through the boot, missing both guys completely.
Pity I didn't carry a camera back in those days, could have filled an album.  

Officer who took me for artic licence in 1965 had been with accident appreciation. Showed me some pic’s in his album, mostly truck crashes.
Advice was to sleep if tired. Impressed.

At the age of 13 or 14 after a few months of trying to catch me riding a home made mini bike around the streets I got a personal invitation to attend Parramatta court house one night with a parent. Greeted at the front door along with other invitees by a crown sergeant who took the invites. We all sat down n watched road safety videos which also showed some serious accidents. At the end of the night Dad thanked the sergeant for an entertaining evening. He rolled his eyes. Didn't stop me riding around the streets just got better at looking out.

Finished off one year at General Motors with a very unofficial midnight shift bbq including extensive suds courtesy of some surplus wine we fed through a home made still under the press shop scrap tunnels. Maintenance fitters are a cunning mob and we were all well beyond the limits by home time.

Leading to the reason for inclusion here:  One guy who had spent the last hour passed out in one of the "reading rooms" (toilets) was extricated and assisted back to his HT Kingswood in the carpark. His intention was to clear the premises and sleep things off before going home.

This may well have worked, but enroute to the exit he managed to run his car straight onto a boom gate that separated the day and night shift sections of the carpark. The gate must have swung closed slightly and the boom neatly slotted itself through the grille and radiator, up along the left side of the 186, through the bulkhead and coming to rest as it attempted to convert the left front seat into a layback seat - fortunately no passenger!

A bunch of midnight shift cohorts combined to drag his car off the gate, towed it out of the premises before the security guys came down to see what was going on, and called for a tow truck to remove the evidence.

Could have been serious, but also funny at the time and referred to for a few years after that. Funny how that boom gate never worked properly after that . . . ?