Some people really manage to re-define “bloody idiot”. As we were walking on Saturday afternoon, a tray truck with those stupidly big tyres came around the corner and along the opposite side of the road. He must have taken the corner too fast (from a standing start mind you), and was skidding all over the road. It had been raining, and those tyres might be fine in the mud, but evidently provide next to no grip on wet roads.
So he swerved a few times, then, with the benefit of those big tyres, effortly mounted the pavement. Straight across the footpath and blam! Into the factory wall. Bounced off, back onto the road. Does he stop to get out? No. Does he inspect the damage? No. He keeps on driving.
Thankfully, nobody had been on the footpath. The huge bullbar wouldn’t have given them much chance of survival. In fact there was a lady walking along about 30 metres behind where the wall got hit. If she had been in its way, it doesn’t bear thinking about what might have happened. I hope she entered Tattslotto that night, because she was very lucky.
I was a bit dazed after what I’d seen. Wish I’d thought to get the licence plate number.