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I got a call from my brother a little before ten Friday night. He was wondering what to do about somebody crashing through our fence and into our field.
My brother had been driving down the gravel road that borders the North edge of one of our farms when a car topped the hill going the opposite direction. The car went into a skid, just missed my brother's car, went into the ditch, dug out about thirty feet of dirt at the bottom of the ditch, knocked down a couple of trees (the trees were about six inches wide), went through our fence and rolled a couple of times before coming to a rest in our field. My brother walked over to
the wrecked car and the driver came crawling out of the back window. the car was still running so my brother reached in where the windshield used to be and shut it off. He asked the guy if he was hurt and if he needed to go to the hospital. The guy said he was alright and he wanted to be taken home just a bout three miles. My brother took him home and the guy bled all over the door and seat of my brother's car.
Then my brother went home and called me wondering what to do. He told me the guy smelled funny and he thought he was probably drunk. I told him to call the sheriff and report it (one good reason for having a cell phone, I would have called the sheriff before I even got out of my car).
After looking the accident scene over the next day I think the guy was really lucky to have walked away from that wreck. He had told my brother he was doing about 45 mph when he topped the hill, seen my brother's head lights and hit his brakes. The car skidded over 275 feet on the road, leaving black marks on the hard-packed gravel road and I measured off 230 feet the car traveled from the time it left the road. I just cannot believe the 45 mph story. He went for one heck of a ride.

My brother had been driving down the gravel road that borders the North edge of one of our farms when a car topped the hill going the opposite direction. The car went into a skid, just missed my brother's car, went into the ditch, dug out about thirty feet of dirt at the bottom of the ditch, knocked down a couple of trees (the trees were about six inches wide), went through our fence and rolled a couple of times before coming to a rest in our field. My brother walked over to
the wrecked car and the driver came crawling out of the back window. the car was still running so my brother reached in where the windshield used to be and shut it off. He asked the guy if he was hurt and if he needed to go to the hospital. The guy said he was alright and he wanted to be taken home just a bout three miles. My brother took him home and the guy bled all over the door and seat of my brother's car.
Then my brother went home and called me wondering what to do. He told me the guy smelled funny and he thought he was probably drunk. I told him to call the sheriff and report it (one good reason for having a cell phone, I would have called the sheriff before I even got out of my car).
After looking the accident scene over the next day I think the guy was really lucky to have walked away from that wreck. He had told my brother he was doing about 45 mph when he topped the hill, seen my brother's head lights and hit his brakes. The car skidded over 275 feet on the road, leaving black marks on the hard-packed gravel road and I measured off 230 feet the car traveled from the time it left the road. I just cannot believe the 45 mph story. He went for one heck of a ride.



