Posted on 04/22/2025 8:06:33 AM PDT by Twotone
Hundreds of sharp nails were found mysteriously embedded point-up in a Cape Cod town’s roadways — and police have no idea who’s behind the dangerous stunt.
At least 478 nails were recovered spread across four Falmouth roads early Friday, according to the Falmouth Police Department.
Photos shared by the department showed dozens of nails with their heads pressed deliberately into tar patches across the roads and points poised skyward — ready to impale the tires of cars passing by.
The spikes were found around 2 a.m. by an officer on patrol, who found even more littered across nearby sidewalks and spread up driveways — and even propped beneath the tires of parked cars. The nails were found embedded point-up in tar patches along at least four Falmouth roads on Friday morning. Falmouth Police Dept. Skip Ad
“I’ve heard of mailboxes getting smashed, but never nails being left on the road,” neighbor Kathy Hartford told NBC 10 Boston.
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“They told me they saw nails in my driveway and up the street, and surrounding my car,” she added.
Police rushed remove the nails and sweep them up...
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No one saw nuthin’ To put 500 nails like that took lots of time.
Your situation then was worse than appears.
The trooper in your direction of travel had to have passed and observed the obstructions in the road and by passed them for the more lucrative towing (theft) of your vehicle.
Are the Teamsters in town? Strike training?
I knew two easy-going happy with the world teenagers who welded a freight car to the tracks with a homemade thermite grenade. A lot of pranks are just dumb entertaining pranks done without any thought given toward results or consequences.
LOL, I knew all about THAT!
The corruption in the towing process is legendary in some of these states like NY and CT...
The tow companies and holding areas are all in bed with state governments.
If I had showed up more than five minutes after I did, no doubt I would have been looking around in confusion wondering where my vehicle went!
And trying to find out by calling the state police, then paying stratospheric sums to free my vehicle.
It was a close call.
It’s the season for Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket ferries out of Woods Hole, perhaps someone doesn’t like tourists.
Dangerous stretch of highway. But not nearly as dangerous as getting off any of those exits and venturing down side streets.
I'd rather stroll through Patterson NJ....
An entire town with no Ring cameras and no security cameras and no highway cameras?
I hear ya!
It was funny-that week, I had made a reservation to take my wife up in a glider in Plymouth, MA (short drive of about an hour) and after the surprise glider flight, we were going to go to Nantucket for our Anniversary (right around this time of the year)
Well.
I screwed up. It was Plymouth, CT and it was a three or four hour drive! I had to tell her so the surprise was gone. We ended up spending the night before in a motel, and we found a pizza box with a condom in it under the bed!
It was after the glider flight when we were heading back up to Cape Cod when we ran over the 4x4s in the road!
Something similar happened to me a number of years ago.
I was driving down the road with a black chick right on my rear bumper when I came up on a wooden crate in front of me.
I swerved left into the left turn land and she smashed right over the crate...LOL!
And nobody has a Ring camera or other security system that recorded it?
Me and a friend were driving down a dirt road in his Jeep and hit a large puddle. It was a four foot deep hole full of water.
The guy who lived closest had a front end loader conveniently ready to pull us out for $50.
We told him to pound sand and figured out own way out.
Jeep, dirt road, puddle....................you aimed for it.
Had no choice. It covered the whole road. Fortunately it didn’t hurt the Jeep.
A few years ago my son drove over a patch of ice that turned out to be a sinkhole. Scratch one pickup truck.
Heh, when I was in the USN back in the Seventies, one of my squadron buddies had one of those little Datsun pickup trucks. Three of use went out for a drive on this network of dirt roads down in Florida near Cecil Field, and I thought it would be great fun to be in the bed of the truck while the other two guys were in the cab.
Boy, was I wrong.
At one point, I was hanging on with all my might to keep from being thrown from the truck, screaming at them to stop because I thought I was going to get killed going over that terrain. I had ridden in the bed of a truck before, but not in one going over rough terrain.
Anyway, we came up to a huge puddle, and the driver said “Should I go through it?
Me and the other guy said yes, so the guy backed up the truck about 20 yards to get up a head of steam, and when we hit the puddle, we went part of the way through and then the truck nosed down at an angle, the water coming up to the top of the grill, and we were stuck.
We couldn’t get out.
We tried for four or five hours to get out, with no luck. I was up to my waist in water at the back of the truck, and we were trying everything, dragging tree trunks out of the woods to try to shove them under the truck, heaving, pushing, and lifting as the wheels spun uselessly in the water.
We were stuck fast, and we were far enough out in the sticks that there was no walking out. It was starting to get dark, and it was getting cold. Soaked to the skin and exhausted, we sat there glumly not knowing what to do. We had tried everything and were out of ideas.
This was before the days of cell phones. Nobody knew we were out there, probably 10-20 miles from nowhere. It was a grim situation.
Then, we heard dogs barking and yelping, and saw a bunch of dogs run out of some trees, followed by a truck, with a couple of guys out coon hunting. They hooked up a line, cheerfully pulled us out, and went on their way with a wave of the hand!
I have long wondered what we would have done had those guys not come by. This was in Northern Florida in February, and it could get pretty chilly at night, especially with no spare clothes and a 10-20 mile walk in the dark, already fully expended after hours of struggle.
We were just stupid sailors. No preparation, just be-bopping around in the woods, and I think if we had walked for it in that condition, it would have been a long haul.
Great story.
It reminded me of another northern Florida adventure.
My in-laws inherited a house along the Suwannee river. We were down there once and went out one night for anJeep drive in the swamps. Me, my brother and father in law.
We hit some deep water then hit a submerged log. End of progress.
We hiked back to the house and grabbed a come-along and all the rope we could carry. We ended up hand winching the Jeep about 200 feet until we hit solid ground.
That was one of the most memorable 8 hours of my life. What a blast.
It is things like those that make up the meat of life! All the other stuff is good, great, even.
But those things that stick out in your mind! And not all of them were good at the time.
I went backpacking with two friends on the Appalachian Trail in New Hampshire during Hurricane Gloria, and we got lost...hiked around the wrong side of Smarts Mountain in a torrential downpour, and when the trail petered out, we had to go back.
Hiked for eight hours with heavy packs, and the last, steep part of the trail we had thunder booming, lightning flashing, and white water up to our knees coming down the trail. Crazy!
But when we got to the top, there was an old ranger cabin, and we huddled in the one dry corner where the rain wasn’t coming through the dilapidated roof, eating rice pilaf and steak fried in a pan as the remains of the hurricane passed through.
That day sucked. But in my memory, one of the best of my life. I don’t know how that works!
My life slogan is “It’s not an adventure until something goes wrong.”
Hah! I love it!
As a matter of fact, I am putting that into my list of quotes I like!
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