So there I was, about 11:00 PM tonight, just surfin' the interwebz in my house.
Just as I clicked my usual Molley Cyrus/Hanah Montana website, er, I mean, the, um, motorbike website, yeah, that's it, motorbikes, when . . .
SSCCCRREEEEEEEECCH! BOOOOM! (power slide, sound of cedar fence crunching).
I'm thinking: "Holy shit! There goes my fence again!". Just fixed the damn thing from that last winter storm.
I grab my flashlight and run outside around my back yard onto Mather Road. All my neighbors are out there gathered around this blue Boy Racer Subaru WRX (the same one that's always terrorizing my neighborhood) and it's now up over the curb and ass-end-first-half-way into my neighbor's yard after wiping out 20 feet of fence.
He was obviously farking around, trying to "drift" it (yo, dude, word!). It sounded (I didn't actually see it) like he came barrelling around the corner power-on, oversteered and it spun him around, ending up in my neighbors fence. Those little Subu's are torque monsters, for sure. That seemed the likely scenario to me and the orientation of the car kind of supported my theory.
He sat in his car sheepishly with his girlfriend crying next to him and oodles of my neighbor people surrounding him like a lynch mob. No one was hurt, no airbags deployed. Popo and EMT were on the spot within minutes.
What a tool that guy is. I'm just glad he didn't take any body out with his 2Fast&Furious shit. There easily could have been someone walking their dog (like me!) or just sitting in their back yard when the Grim Reaper Subaru comes along to mow them down.
I'm off to bed to have nightmares of blue Subaru's running me over . . .