One of the weird threads that runs through my life is that most of the time for the last 35 years or so, whatever else I was driving at the time, I've also had an old Jeep.
They're great fun to drive on a warm summer night except on those occasions when you've allowed yourself to get a little spooked by something. When that happens an extended drive down a dark country road can give you a bad case of the willies in the Willys.
I remember going to see 'It's Alive' at a drive-in one night. I was nursing a six pack (or two) of beer through the show and found myself getting a little goofy.
To make a long story short, I got spooked on the trip home and bailed from the still moving Jeep at the end of the driveway, hit the ground running and practically tore the back door down getting into the house.
The rosebush at the end of the driveway stopped the Jeep nicely, and I felt really foolish that next morning, with its bright sun and singing birds, but IF anything had been after me, I'd have had a decent chance of out-running it.
So… If you're walking down a dark street, and those hairs pop up, run like Hell no matter HOW stupid it looks.
The liver you save may be your own...