Behind the wheel of Armageddon

Just a quick word.

I am in Vancouver, and yeah it is great, so any ways we are all just finishing eating a rather late meal around ten o clock, winding down and discussing important matters of the day. Every one is rather sleepy just lazing around the living room, Joel decided it was time to go and was getting his shoes on when Joss realizes that her truck is missing. Gathering on the front lawn to ponder just what the hell happened matt looks down the hill, “It is in the play ground.”

The Trouper II was parked on a hill, a rather steep one, from which it managed to come lose. Two hundred and fifty meters later it came back to a stop, but only after decimating a playground. On the way down the hill it managed to avoid street poles, parked cars, and thankfully anything (and any one) else. The police officer was laughing as much as any of us, and our best guesses put its velocity up to at least sixty kilometers at the point of impact. The path that it traveled to achieve such a perfect trajectory was a narrow one indeed. It should have hit any number of things on the way, but it amazingly avoided them all. Until jungle gym got in the way.

We took pictures as the tow truck pulled it out of the sand pit and over the foot and half wooden embankment which surrounds the play area. It would have been amazing to watch it vault itself over the wall and into the slide. The cacophony of glass and metal, and a sudden silence.