Back when I was 16 I was driving the stang down a pretty well traveled open highway, right after a real bad storm just hit, so it was still raining pretty good, nice and foggy, windy, and visibility sucked balls at night. I was running 10mph under the speed limit on this 2 lane highway following a truck at a pretty good distance slightly down a hill. Well I seen him slow up and move over into the turn lane, and I thought he was turning and just didn't use his signal. Boy was I wrong. So I kept my pace, and then all of a sudden almost from nowhere is a friggen pine treet sprawled out in the road. I got on the brakes hard, slowed the car down to about 10-20mph and bam. Skidded right over it. Bent the radiator support, a branch put a little dent in my fender, and busted the glass out of my passenger side mirror. Got out and there were firemen with tiny mag lites that said they tried to warn me with those but said that they never seen me slow until it was too late. They asked if I wanted to call the highway patrol or continue, and me being young and scared to death took off. Luckily the damage wasn't bad, just popped the dent out, straightened the support, and replaced the side mirror and it was just fine.