I was driving to work this morning when some asshole doing 90 passed me and ran over a piece of wood about 12″ long and 4″ square which flew up and hit my car. (It’s not doing 90 that makes them an asshole, it’s running over the debris.) It happened so fast that I didn’t have time to react. One second I see debris coming off the road behind the passing car and the next second a meaningful chunk of wood is hitting my car. It left a nice dent in the metal crossbar above the windshield and damaged the rubber above the glass.

A fraction of a second’s difference and that wood would have hit the windshield, perhaps going through it, right in front of my face. Jesus. I lucked out.