Way back in 1966, I was out joy riding with some pals and came upon a bunch of flashing emergency lights. It was behind a bowling alley parking lot that was rather large and fronted on a lake. Being of that young age, we had to go see what was up. As we got closer and could see spotlights on a bizzare night landscape. There was a 1959 V8 Ford standing on it's rear end, leaning on the utility pole, hood towards the pole at a 50deg angle. After I got over my initial shock, I reconized the car as one owned by my friend Pete. I thought from the looks of things, he was badly injured. I saw him and walked over to him and he was holding a bandage to his elbow. I asked him what happened and he told me he was trying to scare his passenger by driving toward the lake at high speed and turned the wheel at the last moment but he did not see the guy wire he road up on. As the car reached the top and stopped, it spun off the wire to one side and ended up with the hood resting on the pole. The two people fell through the rear window (no seat belts at that time) with only minor bangs and bumps. Then he asked me where I was as he was looking for me to ride with him earlier. Whew, I was happy he did not find me.
Sorry if I was long winded but that pic remined me of times gone by.