It was one of Punxy Phil's relatives.
He was too busy seeing his shadow in the road to notice me buzzing along like the White Zombie song 'Black Sunshine'.
And when we finally saw each other, it was way too late to take evasive action.
So I got to hear that basketball dribble sound all the way down my exhaust system.
The car was okay afterwards, until my father borrowed the car for a long distance dribve back to Ohio, then the damaged section let go.
Blew the weld around the muffler hanger open.
Dents and dings all the way down the pipage.
dribve??
Typo demon alert!
Check your keyboards.