My house is about 3/4 of the way up that hill.
At the corner of my street is a large pickup truck with big tires and lots of manly trim and flash (flair?). Thankfully, no trucknuts (this is Washington, not Alabama or Idaho). Yesterday, it was resting against a telephone pole and a street sign, wheels chocked with big chunks of firewood, the driver’s mirror torn off by the telephone pole but no other damage.
Evidently, the owner thought he could move it today. Now it’s resting against the same telephone pole and street sign, with the driver’s window smashed out, a huge dent in the door where it slammed into the telephone pole and another in the quarter panel where it slammed into the street sign.
Ouch.