Driving along on a clear road a few days after a snow storm. Behind a delivery truck. Suddenly a huge sheet of ice flies off the roof of the truck, floats slo-mo through the air. And crashes through my windshield passengers side.
That’s my beloved little BMW in the pic.
A foot to the left and a teeny bit harder and I’d have been, um, decapitated. Gotta live , man! The old ice axe could land any moment.
BTW HARRY says it’d be a great way to go. Like the guillotine. Excellent. I said you go first, I’m scared. Also much too busy now.