So... I'm currently out of order with a broken left ulna, generally a miserable and grumpy so and so to be around while it heels. Just after 7 this morning, I hear a dull *THUMP* outside and down the street. This is not unusual as I live in a busy main road near a badly designed junction that seems to magnetically attract brain-dead and idiotic drivers who like to meet at high speed on a spontaneous basis. These days I don't make an effort to investigate unless blues and twos folllow, as they did a couple of years ago when a drunken young driver managed to kill three of his mates by going backwards into a tree at 60 mph about 100 yards down the street.
No blues and twos so I stayed indoors, although I was puzzled why the street was now devoid of traffic but also devoid of smashed cars when I looked out the window. I thought nothing of it until I went out later and about 50 yards to the east, I was greeted by an unusual sight. The house on the corner has off-street parking in front of it, with an entrance facing the street with two six foot high brick pillars...
...or should I say one pillar...
The Mercedes did not reverse into the pillar. A car overshot the junction and hit the pillar, knocking it on to the back of the parked Mercedes. Not a nice way for the owner to wake up.