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I have dealt with more than few folks who crashed their cars – usually drunk, of course - fled the scene, and then called 911 the
next morning to report their car must have been stolen by somebody else the night before and they had no idea what happened!

I had to deal with a lot of nosy busybodies who wanted Police! Action! for really, really lame and minor offenses.

I saw car doors ripped and peeled off, car windows blown out and blown in, power poles sheared in half, trees plowed over, and
cars consumed by fire either in part or in whole sometimes with the people still in them. I saw cars upside down and on their
sides in all kinds of interesting places and circumstances.

I saw some cars driven out of control far off the roadway deep into woods, usually with disastrous results. I saw cars and trucks
and motorcycles of every size shape color make and model smashed crashed rolled wrapped exploded burned and flipped every
way imaginable into other motor vehicles, semi-trucks, fire hydrants, trees, poles, mailboxes, signs, embankments, curbs, creeks,
wet cement, ditches, beaches, sidewalks, lawns and fields, storefront windows, buildings, guardrails, bicyclists, skateboarders,
pedestrians animals and fences, including one particularly popular wooden fence near the high school that got run into more
than a dozen times by teen drivers over the years, usually when the road was wet. I saw cars balanced precariously on retaining
walls and embankments and I saw more than a few driven quite dramatically into storefronts and buildings.