So it’s just before 3am this morning. The phone rings. NO ONE has this number but family. At 3am, it’s an emergency. It’s my wife’s mother, everyone is fine she says, but a truck ran into their house. We have a recent event of this nature with their home (about 15 months ago) and were expecting to find their front yard torn up and perhaps some brick knocked off the house. When we got there, it wasn’t the main road that the truck had been using, but the extremely short (.5 miles) circle road of the neighborhood just behind my in-law’s home.
It’s mostly a curve. You don’t do more than 25 mph on this road, for god’s sake, there aren’t even yellow divider lines. Somehow, this guy gets up fast enough to jump 25-30 feet off the road, through my in-law’s fence, into their back yard, not hit the breaks (no skid marks on the pavement and no torn up grass in the yard) and slam into my father-in-law’s bedroom. He (my father-in-law) was asleep, woken up by a truck slamming into his bed, through the wall and knocking the wall on top of him and throwing his bed across the room.
I spent the morning with my in-law’s and wife, helping with the cleanup once the insurance agent arrived and putting up a temporary wall that will hold the weather out until proper repairs can be done.
I won’t say any more, as there are charges pending (doh!), but I do have a couple of choice pics I posted to show just how bad this was:
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