Old joke, something like this: A white man and his Indian bud have a few beers in a tavern. The Indian decides to go home and leaves. A minute later there a squeal of brakes.
The white guy runs outside and sees his buddy kneeling on the pavement, ear to the ground. He says "1988 four door Pontiac, blue stripes down the side, one headlight broken."
White guy marvels "Holy Cow! I knew you guys were good trackers, but this is fantastic!"
The Indian says "You idiot! That's the car that hit me!"
Lol....good one.