Cars are scary metal death machines. As a person who has had an experience with being mauled by one of the motherfuckers, I think I have grounds for being afraid of them. I'm referring to the time when my ankle was run over in my school's parking lot. I've already related the story here, but basically what happened was that I was standing near this guy Justin's car, and he 'pretended' to run over two other girls and me, except my foot actually got caught beneath the wheel. I fell down and the car ran on my ankle for a little bit while I screamed bloody murder and he pulled back. My left ankle STILL feels weird when hit and it doesn't make that satisfying cracking noise like my right ankle when I turn it around/flex it... and it's been MONTHS. This incident also ruined one of my favorite pairs of boots.