Wanna hear a crazy fuckin story?

[Bill]

I live out in the country, about ten miles from the nearest big town. And, the front edge of my property is a stream.

Tonight, about 1am, I'm working, the wife is asleep. Suddenly I hear a giant metal screech and a series of crashes. damn loud.

Well, I go to see what the hell this is. And I discover that a pickup truck has come flying over the edge of my property and landed, top down, in the middle of the creek. The lights are on, and the truck is clearly very smashed up, even from 75 feet away with a flashlight I can see this is a very very bad situation.

I run back into the house, and frantically get offline and start trying to call 911. At this point the wife has woken up, and I hand the job of calling the police off to her, I grab more lights and a crowbar, and run out to see if whoever is in the truck was still alive.

I walk into the freezing stream, and pound on the truck with the bar, shouting "can you hear me? Are you okay?". No answer.

I run back to the house and tell Marisa to call 911 again and say there is no response from the driver and that he or she might be badly hurt.

I go back out, and work more at opening the doors with the crowbar. I walk around the truck, no easy task in 20 inches of rushing water, and see a mans butt sticking out of the crushed window of the truck. Not moving, except in reaction to the water slamming into the side of the truck.

I keep trying to open the door, altho it is clear the crushed top[ of the truck won't let it open.

I'm yelling at the body, more "Can you hear me? Help is coming." type shit. About this time the first cop car arrives, but it's not so easy to get down to the stream, I yell to the cop "Over here, over here", etc.

Just as the cop figures out how to get down to the stream I can see the guy in the truck is moving, and can hear him start to say "help, help". Which is a big relief, because i thought for sure he was dead, the way he had been stuck there, nothing but his butt showing, obviously bent double, and totally not moving.

The cop takes over the crowbar, and I hold his light and mine to light things up as well as possible. But the crowbar isn't accomplishing much. Finally more cops show up, but nobody has any tools. All this crazy shit is happening, too much to mention here.

I say to these cops , "Do you want a pickaxe?", because it;'s the strongest leverage tool I have close by. After a few minutes, I just go get the pickaxe and a shovel. More minutes pass, and suddenly it;s like every cop and fireman in the county is there, huge light trucks turn blazing lights on us, I'm holding two flashlights and two cops and a fireman are using my tools to bash open the truck door. Funnily enough, despite the fact that there are maybe fifty people here at that point, and the sky is blazing with cop lights, they don't have any other tools with them except two bolt cutters.

Long story short, the door of the truck is battered open with a pickaxe and the guy is hauled out. My feet are freezing, I'm in sweat pants and a shirt, no coat, but so adrenalized I don't feel the cold, except for my feet.

I lost a great flashlight which fell into the water and was washed downstream, too.

Here's a picture of the truck in the stream about an hour after the guy was hauled out - you can just see the wheel of a police vehicle at the top of the picture - most of the cops and fireman had left by this point.