The two-lane stretch of Route 7 between Troy, New York, and Hemmings’ hometown of Bennington, Vermont, is a cavalcade of death and destruction, inflicted by motorists with great confidence but questionable judgment and/or skill.
Witness the latest roadside attraction along this a-holes’ autobahn, a 1955 Pontiac four-door that had been parked (presumably for sale, but perhaps just on display?) at the edge of the highway. We’re told it was struck by an automobile that failed to make the corner, left the road and then used the Pontiac’s 55-year-old nose to scrub off some excess speed.
Nice.
One day, a complete serviceable collector car. The next, a ghoulish reminder that some drivers are a little foggy on the fact that those lines painted on the road aren’t just a suggestion. Take heed, recreational walkers and joggers.
Let this be an important reminder to all of us: A classified ad in Hemmings will have a lot more impact on serious buyers than parking your car at the curb where some joker can slam into it.
UPDATE (5.October 2010): We’re closing the comments on this post because the name-calling got out of hand. Please conduct yourself within these comments as you would face to face with a person – that is, with respect and dignity.