...in my front yard!
Got a call at work today that a vehicle had left the highway and landed in the trailer my wife uses as a piano studio.
Rushed home to find the following...a brand new humvee with a snazzy camouflage paint job traveling at high speed had left the highway, narrowly missing a trash truck, smashed through our trash bin, scattering trash in every direction like confetti, ripped a metal highway sign free of its base and sending it flying nearly 100 feet, roared through our ditch, crossed the front yard, centered a large sweet-gum tree, and caromed off it, side-swiping the wife's building as it came to a rest.
The police, ambulance, and wrecker were long gone by the time I got there, but ruts, skid marks, and oil covered the front yard. The wife had taken pictures for purposes of insurance. The humvee was so severely damaged that the wheels would no longer turn.
The driver was the wife of a local logging magnate. According to reliable sources, she had had several wrecks prior to this. Luckily, while she sustained some broken ribs, she suffered little else in the way of serious injuries.
If the muddy ground in the ditch had not slowed her down she might have been killed.
Highway 425 through Monticello is a dangerous bit of road. In the last 5 years six people have died in separate accidents in the two mile stretch between my house and the local Crackerbox. People drive like fools on it.