I was driving the family somewhere in our old Country Squire wagon on a summer Sunday when a tree branch fell, pierced the windshied in front of my wife, punctured the dash, went through the radio speaker, then retracted. It was so fast that none of us actually saw it happen, I only know it was a branch because I saw it bouncing to the side of road in my rear view mirror. It was so loud, and the hole round, that I initially thought we were being shot at. Happenned so fast that the branch hit the windshield without hitting the radio antenna, and recoiled before hitting the A pillar. If it had fallen 10 seconds later it would have killed the motorcyclist behind us.

Jerry