This afternoon, while lazing away my Sunday, I was briefly jolted out of my reverie by a loud noise. I assumed it was a nearby car wreck or, since we live near the train tracks, the normal sound of trains starting and stopping and doing other train-like things. When my wife came home not long after, I found out what actually made the sound: one of the giant, old trees in our neighborhood had fallen over, from the roots, coming to a hard stop on the car parked in the drive of the house next door. Can you guess what kind of car it used to be?
It could have been much worse. The owners of the now-totaled car were just about to leave the house and take their boat to the lake. Two more photos after the jump.
