Something happened to me yesterday just like this.
Went to see if the power was back on at the house. A couple blocks down my road, a huge oak limb had just fallen in the road.
Pulled off, got out to move it. It was big...around sixteen feet long, eight feet tall, and about seven inches across at the base. It was straddling the center line.
Grabbed it by the base and began to drag it to the opposite side of the road. I stepped off the road and was heading down towards the ditch, pulling it, when....BAM!!!!!
A kid in one of these little tuners slammed into it from the other direction going at least 50. Jerked it out of my hands, whipped the trunk into my knee, knocked me sideways. The kid never saw it, never saw me, never saw a thing. I was three feet away from being killed.
The impact, the noise...it freaked me out. He never even braked...must have been either drunk, stoned, methed-up, or texting. I didn't stick around to find out...too shook up to deal with it. Got in the car and left. For sure he tore that tuner up.
I'm okay and very lucky and Blessed to be alive.
