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So, debris on road
This is not my story, but my grandfathers.
Back in time in the late 1940's, when my father was but a sparkle in my granpas eyes, my grandfather used to drive a truck. The truck he drove was used mainly for delivery of sand to buildsites, and as thus was quite big for the era. With size came also the abilities to steer, decelerate and accelerate oh-not-so quickly.
Then while driving a relatively short multi-load delivery of sand, he noticed on the opposite lane some small boys, maybe aged 10-12, running pulling a seemingly empty cardboard box with some ropes. He came back to another direction about ten minutes later, this time with full load onboard. From some distance away he again spotted the kids, and chose to honk a few times to get them out of the way because the truck wouldn't have been able to stop anymore before them. The boys looked up from whatever they were up to, and ran to side of the road leaving the cardboard box on the lane, whilst signaling to my granpa to "smash it." He was about to, but as the road was clear he decided not to and to steer around it. It was a somewhat difficult, but manageable task. He told me that he was doing about 70kph at the time, and just as the box went out of his front view - the box opened, and yet another small boy maybe 6-8yo, peeked out of it. Only few tenths of a second later he watched from his rearview mirror as the kid jumped out of the box and joined the other gang.
He once told me, few months before his (sudden) death, that eventhough nothing happened, he still had occasional nightmares about the situation, over half a century later. Luckily there was no oncoming traffic, and he was as good a driver as he was, since the abilities of the truck to steer at the speed were severely limited.
This is not my story, but my grandfathers.
Back in time in the late 1940's, when my father was but a sparkle in my granpas eyes, my grandfather used to drive a truck. The truck he drove was used mainly for delivery of sand to buildsites, and as thus was quite big for the era. With size came also the abilities to steer, decelerate and accelerate oh-not-so quickly.
Then while driving a relatively short multi-load delivery of sand, he noticed on the opposite lane some small boys, maybe aged 10-12, running pulling a seemingly empty cardboard box with some ropes. He came back to another direction about ten minutes later, this time with full load onboard. From some distance away he again spotted the kids, and chose to honk a few times to get them out of the way because the truck wouldn't have been able to stop anymore before them. The boys looked up from whatever they were up to, and ran to side of the road leaving the cardboard box on the lane, whilst signaling to my granpa to "smash it." He was about to, but as the road was clear he decided not to and to steer around it. It was a somewhat difficult, but manageable task. He told me that he was doing about 70kph at the time, and just as the box went out of his front view - the box opened, and yet another small boy maybe 6-8yo, peeked out of it. Only few tenths of a second later he watched from his rearview mirror as the kid jumped out of the box and joined the other gang.
He once told me, few months before his (sudden) death, that eventhough nothing happened, he still had occasional nightmares about the situation, over half a century later. Luckily there was no oncoming traffic, and he was as good a driver as he was, since the abilities of the truck to steer at the speed were severely limited.
this all happened when i was about 6 making it about 12 years ago. luckily traffic was light that day
We watched it bounce in the rearview a couple times, then settle down to rolling until the road curved and it went off. Next two miles, flashing, honking, no answer. They turned off, and I bet they were very disappointed to find their $xxx.xx mountain bike was a unicycle. 
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