Ok, ok. Short version: I was coming back into Boulder from Nederland, which is a town at around 8500 feet maybe 20 miles west of here. The road which comes down the canyon is a two lane road that follows a creek with no guard rail. At the end of the night of my gig, I was telling all my bandmates how my '83 Subaru was the best car for a musician in Colorado. It holds tons of gear and will go anywhere (that one had the 4WD Low setting, you could almost climb trees with it). So, I was driving down the canyon with a glow of self satisfaction at how awesome my Subaru was and reached about 2/3rds of the way down. All of a sudden, all I saw was green, as a huge monster pickup truck was driving 60 mph up the canyon pulling a trailer of porta potties that had been used for the Boulder Creek Festival. The way the trailer works is that each porta pottie has holes at the bottom and when you put them into the trailer frame, you can lock down the whole line of them (3 in a line and there are two lines) with a pin that runs through the holes. Well, they missed the holes with the inner pin, and when they went around a corner the outer pin acted as a hinge and the porta pottie laid down into my grill and then flew into the windshield, sending part of it into my hand, which was at the top of the steering wheel. Since it was still connected to the trailer, part of it bashed in my door and hit my knee, which was braced against the door to make the turn. I was going 30 mph and they were going 60 or so (severely breaking the speed limit) so the combined impact was close to 100mph. My first thought was, it's not so bad, I'll just roll the window down and drive home! Within two seconds, it was obvious I was going nowhere as the radiator was busted and I was covered with glass. They did stop and come back, but instead of asking if I was OK, they said, what happened to the other one? It was a pretty harrowing experience. It gave me porta-phobia!
Edwin
PS I still love me a Subaru!
