Some years ago, Mrs. B. was stopped at a light in Prior Lake, MN. There are two lanes at the light, narrowing to a single lane a few hundred feet beyond the intersection. Guy in the left lane, in a pickup, wants to be ahead of any potential slow-pokes in the right, so he mashes the gas on green. Problem is, he left the steel-pipe clothesline poles in the middle of the intersection as he accelerated out from under them. Open tailgate; no tie-downs. Dumbass.
Former employer lost a pull-type scraper when the hitch let go as he was transporting it through Hutchinson, MN. He was nearly to the top of a long, gentle incline when it departed the semi-tractor tow rig. No cars damaged in its flight until it came to rest in a dealer's showroom.
jb