By: mg

mg — Fri, 01 Aug 2003 14:32:50 +0000

This isn’t the first time I’ve been involved in the aerodynamics of food thrown from moving vehicles. From an older blog-thing:
October 24, 2000
I swear this actually happened.
I was driving around doing errands all day. For lunch, I stopped off at a local burger joint that I hadn’t been to in a while. I bought a nice greasy burger and some onion rings. Since my house was a 15-minute drive away, I decided to start munching on the onion rings in the car.
Here in New England, we’ve got these roadway implements called “rotaries” — the English call them “roundabouts” — where several roads converge in the same spot. Instead of a stoplight or traffic officer, the roads coverge upon a perfect circle of asphalt. Although the laws say that traffic already in the rotary has the right of way, this fact is lost upon every single person who encounters them.
I had managed to find my way into this particular rotary without incident, but the car immediately to my right (yes, many rotaries have two lanes to add to the accident potential) was lucky to avoid a collision thanks to a minivan that asserted its traffic position without regard to our local laws. Instinctively, the driver to my right immediately raised a one-finger salute to the offending minivan.
Today was a lovely fall day in Boston, with temperatures in the 60′s. It was a nice enough day for me to have all the windows in the Explorer rolled down. See the picture painted in front of you: I have an onion ring in my hand, the windows are all open, and there’s an upright finger not ten feet away from me. If any driving situation has ever screamed “Ring Toss” louder than this, I’d love to hear about it. And sure, I may be 29 years old, but every ounce of adulthood was wholly forgotten as I let the crispy, deep-fried projectile loose.
And — can you believe it — I actually hit the thing.
Well, the “thing” was the car next to me. This isn’t an episode of “Macgyver,” for God’s sake.

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