Petite Blonde Lady Behind Wheel of Lifted Silverado Drives Over Lamborghini

[AzScorpion]

Oh, the poor Lambo owner. I guess she thought she was in an episode of Road Kill right Clay @TxOTRRanger

Of course now they're talking about banning lifted trucks because of a dumb @ss driver. I was only fitting it happened in the parking lot of Crunch Fitness. lol

https://autos.yahoo.com/people-and-culture/articles/petite-blonde-lady-behind-wheel-145128563.html

According to videos circulating online, the Lamborghini was moving through the lot, apparently looking for a parking space. At the same time, the lifted Silverado enters the frame with noticeable speed for a confined area like that.

What happens next unfolds quickly.

The truck doesn’t slow enough, doesn’t avoid, and ends up driving directly over the front of the Huracán. It’s the kind of impact that shouldn’t happen in a parking lot, which is exactly why the footage is spreading.

A Lamborghini Huracán sits extremely low to the ground by design. A lifted Silverado, on the other hand, has the kind of ground clearance that completely changes how it interacts with smaller vehicles.

When those two meet at the wrong moment, the result looks almost unreal. Instead of a typical collision, the truck simply rides up and over the supercar. It turns a high-end exotic into something that, in that moment, looks completely vulnerable.

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[Chris M]

Oh, the poor Lambo owner. I guess she thought she was in an episode of Road Kill right Clay @TxOTRRanger

Of course now they're talking about banning lifted trucks because of a dumb @ss driver. I was only fitting it happened in the parking lot of Crunch Fitness. lol

https://autos.yahoo.com/people-and-culture/articles/petite-blonde-lady-behind-wheel-145128563.html

Good articulation, even if it IS a Chevy.

 

[Fordup]

Hope she has good insurance. Looks like she totaled a very expensive car.

 

[TxOTRRanger]

Oh, the pro Lambo owner. I guess she thought she was in an episode of Road Kill right Clay @TxOTRRanger

Of course now they're talking about banning lifted trucks because of a dumb @ss driver. I was only fitting it happened in the parking lot of Crunch Fitness. lol

https://autos.yahoo.com/people-and-culture/articles/petite-blonde-lady-behind-wheel-145128563.html

Instead of ROADKILL.
Looks to me like she has been watching way to many Monster JAM events, because she literally Monster trucked right onto the Lamborghini lol. Don't ban the lifted trucks. In this particular case, ban the driver of the lifted truck. JMO

 

[Bob902]

Hope she has good insurance. Looks like she totaled a very expensive car.

Insurance cancelled in 3, 2, 1……..

 

[Dr. Zaius]

This is EXACTLY why I no longer have my Miata.

The Miata was an absolute blast to drive, but you had to constantly watch out for everyone else. Almost as bad as a motorcycle.

I was getting ready to pull out of a parking space when I noticed an older Chevrolet pickup backing up right towards me.

Older means no backup sensors or camera.

Thankfully I saw him and the space in front of me was open so I could pull forward.

He backed right into the space I had been in.

I still don't know if he ever saw me.

And regarding insurance, I used to date a girl who worked for an insurance company.

She handled claims up to $20k (this was in the 80's).

One of their customers with an old Ford pickup backed into a Lamborghini Countach that was driving by looking for a parking space. He never saw it until his Ford opened it up like a can of Spam.

She said she punted that claim up the ladder

 

[Stevedbvik1]

That’s why I don’t own a Lamborghini… well one of the reasons

 

[Colo_Ranger]

That’s why I don’t own a Lamborghini… well one of the reasons

yeah... that's the reason.


Last year, my Father in Law was run over in his Ferrari. FIL was stopped at a stop sign and a dude (I think he was 187 years old) cut the left too tight and drove right over him. Similar to this. Since then, he's had shoulder surgery, knee surgery, cognitive issues. It's been a nightmare.

Now, he took the opportunity to rebuild the Ferrari into a track car that can be driven on the street, so... not all bad.

The guy who ran him over's insurance hasn't paid yet. My FIL filed everything through his insurance (specialty exotic type coverage) and even they didn't value the car as high as they should.

 

[NotBudule2]

I remember her ! So, she's driving now ?

 

[IdahoRanger]

A friend of mine got to drive a Lambo. Here is his story( he should be a writer):

So yesterday, on my commute home, IF I had thought to myself, "I wonder what the odds are that three minutes from now, a complete stranger will beg me to drive their Lamborghini?", I would have placed the odds at, "slim," at the very best. However, slim does not mean impossible.

I've never even touched a Lambo before. When I spot one from a distance, I turn into a child, pointing at it, and making weird cooing sounds. I'm told that sometimes I jump up and down, and do little clapping movements with my hands. I'm not certain that this is true, but how would I know... how can I be expected to remember all of the details of what happens when I see one? Yeah, I'm that guy. But yesterday... yep, I drove one. Not fast, and not far... but I drove one.

Traffic was heavy on the Interstate, passing through Meridian, ID, when up ahead, I saw brake lights, and a few cars swerving out of their assumed lanes. I slowed, and when I arrived at the source of the disruption, was rather surprised to see not just one, but TWO Lambos stopped in the middle of the four- lane. Okay, stopping in the middle of a four- lane section is weird... both were actually in the number two lane. A few hundred yards ahead, another car-- just a regular one--- was easing to the shoulder.

I pulled onto the shoulder, and went to go shoot the breeze, because I figured, "Hey... some Lamborghini people. Maybe we can chat it up?"

Turns out, the Lambo drivers were experiencing some sort of anxiety- inducing event that prevented them from engaging in casual conversation at the moment. So, trying to create a more comfortable environment for my potential new friends, I suggested that we try to get the vehicles off of the road. Now, it was still unclear to me exactly why both were stopped in the almost- middle of I-84, but it WAS clear that one of the Lambos had tire tracks going up its hood, and up both sides of the windshield. Evidence suggested that this particular car had very recently been almost entirely underneath some other car.

When I suggested that we move our chat session to the shoulder, the female driver of the unwrecked Lambo said, "YesYESYESYES!!!! I'm too rattled though... can you just drive it for me, PLEASE?!?"

The addition of "PLEASE" to our budding conversation was entirely unnecessary, but I get it: She had no idea that I have always had a policy in place, should the situation ever arise, to accept any offer or plea to drive a Lambo. I've never enacted the policy before, but the policy has been at- the- ready, just in case it ever came up. And at this moment, it came up.

She jumped out the driver's seat, and into the passenger's seat. I went to adjust the seat to my frame, as she was a petite young lady, and there was no way I was going to fit into the seat as configured. It turns out, adjusting the seat is about the ONLY thing I know how to do in one of these cars.

Once settled into the seat, figured that it was just time to put it in gear, and drive. However, I might as well have been sitting in the cockpit of an F35-E, and just been told to fly off to Iran and drop some bombs (the odds that I will ever encounter THAT situation are also slim, but, as I am learning, slim does not mean impossible, so if anybody has tips on how to fly an F-35-E, or even maybe has a map showing how to get to Iran, or ANY useful info in this department, please let me know. I plan to be prepared). I looked at the cockpit controls, and after admitting to myself that I was baffled, then admitted to my passenger that I was baffled.

She did some things to the car, like, pressing some buttons, and pulling some levers, and I think she may have even activated the afterburners. Whatever the case, the Lambo was then prepared for takeoff. I eased the car forward, and onto the shoulder of the road. I parked the Lambo in front of my own parked car, while the other Lambo parked behind my car. So, I guess if I had ever considered the odds of whether or not I would ever be part of a Lambo sandwich, then... well, you know this whole drill.

I even got a little icing on the cake that I was already gorging myself upon. I walked down to where the regular ol' car was pulled over, down the freeway about 200 yards or so, to talk to this driver. He was only 18, and said that he had only just started driving recently. He was sort of shaken up, but who WOULDN'T be, having recently ascended and descended the slope of the front face of an Italian supercar. We talked some, and I determined that he was uninjured. We looked down the road to where the Lambo sandwich was, and the kid said, "Whoa... that's a cool car!" I replied that indeed, there were a couple of cool cars down there. He then said, "That's a Challenger, right? I love those things... they're awesome!" So yeah... he was marveling at the exquisite beauty of MY car. I realized at that moment that I really like this kid. I tend to like people who cater to my carvanity. That's a word. Anyway, I replied, "Well, thanks! I love it... but what about those two Lamborghinis?"

The kid paled, and choked out the word, "Lamborghini?"

"Oh, not just one... there's two of 'em down there! One of 'em hit you." He had no idea WHAT had collided with his car, or why he had recently experienced some remarkable elevation anomalies. It turns out, the kid had braked for traffic that had stopped ahead of him (due to an entirely different crash, about half of a mile further down the road), and when he braked, something had hit him from behind. Upon my revelation that he had been Slamboed (that's a word, but it's new... I JUST added it), he expressed fear that he was about to be in BIG trouble for crashing with a Lambor-freaking- ghini. I took the opportunity to explain to him that 99.9% of the time, the driver of the car that GETS rear- ended is not held accountable or at fault, but that he HAD certainly achieved some sort of high- status/ street- cred for his very first accident being a collision with a Lambo. I asked him if he had a driver's license, and he reached for it... he thought that I was a cop. I declined his offer to view the driver's license, and told him that I'm just a regular ol' fella, with no need to confirm his eligibility to be on the road. With that, I suggested that we stroll on over to the Lambo sammy, and discuss recent events with the supercar- driving (although not very good driving, for at least half of the couple) folks.

A few minutes later, as all of us were shooting the breeze, I asked if anybody had summoned the police yet. As it turns out, everybody at our cars 'n' coffee (sans coffee) party thought that somebody ELSE surely must have summoned John Law. Nobody had dialed the digits. Even I was in an elevated state of excitement, and for a brief moment, forgot the phone number to contact 9-1-1. But I figured it out and called 'em up. As I was talking to dispatch, though, a Highway Patrol (they call 'em "Troopers," here... I'm still learning to speak Idaho) officer was just passing by, when he spotted what must have looked suspiciously close to the results of a collision, and stopped to see what had happened.

I learned that the female driver (of the unwrecked Lambo) had been following her husband (in the now- totaled Lambo), when she saw him hit the other car. That is why there were two Lambos stopped in the road. I don't know where they were going, but I think that when you are a two- Lambo household, you just drive around and watch children point, make weird noises, and jump around making little clapping movements. I also learned that the regular ol' car appeared to have very little damage... it probably drove away from the scene unassisted later. I guess all that really happened to it was that a wedge had come up from behind, which got under his rear wheels, and just sort of lifted him up without bending any metal of breaking any plastic. Having learned the answers to those remaining curiosities, a figured that my job was done. After receiving clearance to leave, I got back on the road.

I'm willing to bet that in the entire history of the world, there are very few people who have gone from having not even the slightest inkling that they might drive a Lamborghini, to actually driving one, in a three- minute span of time. But... it happened to me.

 

[got3fords]

Title should be drives up on, not drives over. I was expecting to see the truck go up, over and back down.

 

[veedubtuner]

Me driving by...

 

[Dereku]

Crunch fitness you say? More like Crunch fitness lambo under my truck.

 

[rang19ca]

Exactly why I don't drive my Lambo. Yea, like I can afford the insurance, let alone the car.

 

[DukeCanBuildit]

A friend of mine got to drive a Lambo. Here is his story( he should be a writer):

So yesterday, on my commute home, IF I had thought to myself, "I wonder what the odds are that three minutes from now, a complete stranger will beg me to drive their Lamborghini?", I would have placed the odds at, "slim," at the very best. However, slim does not mean impossible.

I've never even touched a Lambo before. When I spot one from a distance, I turn into a child, pointing at it, and making weird cooing sounds. I'm told that sometimes I jump up and down, and do little clapping movements with my hands. I'm not certain that this is true, but how would I know... how can I be expected to remember all of the details of what happens when I see one? Yeah, I'm that guy. But yesterday... yep, I drove one. Not fast, and not far... but I drove one.

Traffic was heavy on the Interstate, passing through Meridian, ID, when up ahead, I saw brake lights, and a few cars swerving out of their assumed lanes. I slowed, and when I arrived at the source of the disruption, was rather surprised to see not just one, but TWO Lambos stopped in the middle of the four- lane. Okay, stopping in the middle of a four- lane section is weird... both were actually in the number two lane. A few hundred yards ahead, another car-- just a regular one--- was easing to the shoulder.

I pulled onto the shoulder, and went to go shoot the breeze, because I figured, "Hey... some Lamborghini people. Maybe we can chat it up?"

Turns out, the Lambo drivers were experiencing some sort of anxiety- inducing event that prevented them from engaging in casual conversation at the moment. So, trying to create a more comfortable environment for my potential new friends, I suggested that we try to get the vehicles off of the road. Now, it was still unclear to me exactly why both were stopped in the almost- middle of I-84, but it WAS clear that one of the Lambos had tire tracks going up its hood, and up both sides of the windshield. Evidence suggested that this particular car had very recently been almost entirely underneath some other car.

When I suggested that we move our chat session to the shoulder, the female driver of the unwrecked Lambo said, "YesYESYESYES!!!! I'm too rattled though... can you just drive it for me, PLEASE?!?"

The addition of "PLEASE" to our budding conversation was entirely unnecessary, but I get it: She had no idea that I have always had a policy in place, should the situation ever arise, to accept any offer or plea to drive a Lambo. I've never enacted the policy before, but the policy has been at- the- ready, just in case it ever came up. And at this moment, it came up.

She jumped out the driver's seat, and into the passenger's seat. I went to adjust the seat to my frame, as she was a petite young lady, and there was no way I was going to fit into the seat as configured. It turns out, adjusting the seat is about the ONLY thing I know how to do in one of these cars.

Once settled into the seat, figured that it was just time to put it in gear, and drive. However, I might as well have been sitting in the cockpit of an F35-E, and just been told to fly off to Iran and drop some bombs (the odds that I will ever encounter THAT situation are also slim, but, as I am learning, slim does not mean impossible, so if anybody has tips on how to fly an F-35-E, or even maybe has a map showing how to get to Iran, or ANY useful info in this department, please let me know. I plan to be prepared). I looked at the cockpit controls, and after admitting to myself that I was baffled, then admitted to my passenger that I was baffled.

She did some things to the car, like, pressing some buttons, and pulling some levers, and I think she may have even activated the afterburners. Whatever the case, the Lambo was then prepared for takeoff. I eased the car forward, and onto the shoulder of the road. I parked the Lambo in front of my own parked car, while the other Lambo parked behind my car. So, I guess if I had ever considered the odds of whether or not I would ever be part of a Lambo sandwich, then... well, you know this whole drill.

I even got a little icing on the cake that I was already gorging myself upon. I walked down to where the regular ol' car was pulled over, down the freeway about 200 yards or so, to talk to this driver. He was only 18, and said that he had only just started driving recently. He was sort of shaken up, but who WOULDN'T be, having recently ascended and descended the slope of the front face of an Italian supercar. We talked some, and I determined that he was uninjured. We looked down the road to where the Lambo sandwich was, and the kid said, "Whoa... that's a cool car!" I replied that indeed, there were a couple of cool cars down there. He then said, "That's a Challenger, right? I love those things... they're awesome!" So yeah... he was marveling at the exquisite beauty of MY car. I realized at that moment that I really like this kid. I tend to like people who cater to my carvanity. That's a word. Anyway, I replied, "Well, thanks! I love it... but what about those two Lamborghinis?"

The kid paled, and choked out the word, "Lamborghini?"

"Oh, not just one... there's two of 'em down there! One of 'em hit you." He had no idea WHAT had collided with his car, or why he had recently experienced some remarkable elevation anomalies. It turns out, the kid had braked for traffic that had stopped ahead of him (due to an entirely different crash, about half of a mile further down the road), and when he braked, something had hit him from behind. Upon my revelation that he had been Slamboed (that's a word, but it's new... I JUST added it), he expressed fear that he was about to be in BIG trouble for crashing with a Lambor-freaking- ghini. I took the opportunity to explain to him that 99.9% of the time, the driver of the car that GETS rear- ended is not held accountable or at fault, but that he HAD certainly achieved some sort of high- status/ street- cred for his very first accident being a collision with a Lambo. I asked him if he had a driver's license, and he reached for it... he thought that I was a cop. I declined his offer to view the driver's license, and told him that I'm just a regular ol' fella, with no need to confirm his eligibility to be on the road. With that, I suggested that we stroll on over to the Lambo sammy, and discuss recent events with the supercar- driving (although not very good driving, for at least half of the couple) folks.

A few minutes later, as all of us were shooting the breeze, I asked if anybody had summoned the police yet. As it turns out, everybody at our cars 'n' coffee (sans coffee) party thought that somebody ELSE surely must have summoned John Law. Nobody had dialed the digits. Even I was in an elevated state of excitement, and for a brief moment, forgot the phone number to contact 9-1-1. But I figured it out and called 'em up. As I was talking to dispatch, though, a Highway Patrol (they call 'em "Troopers," here... I'm still learning to speak Idaho) officer was just passing by, when he spotted what must have looked suspiciously close to the results of a collision, and stopped to see what had happened.

I learned that the female driver (of the unwrecked Lambo) had been following her husband (in the now- totaled Lambo), when she saw him hit the other car. That is why there were two Lambos stopped in the road. I don't know where they were going, but I think that when you are a two- Lambo household, you just drive around and watch children point, make weird noises, and jump around making little clapping movements. I also learned that the regular ol' car appeared to have very little damage... it probably drove away from the scene unassisted later. I guess all that really happened to it was that a wedge had come up from behind, which got under his rear wheels, and just sort of lifted him up without bending any metal of breaking any plastic. Having learned the answers to those remaining curiosities, a figured that my job was done. After receiving clearance to leave, I got back on the road.

I'm willing to bet that in the entire history of the world, there are very few people who have gone from having not even the slightest inkling that they might drive a Lamborghini, to actually driving one, in a three- minute span of time. But... it happened to me.

I had a friend who worked an exotic car dealership in Oakville, not far from Ford’s assembly plant and on my way home to Burlington. He’d often call me at work to tell me to stop in on my way home because they took delivery of something I might want to drive.

This was at peak Miami Vice time, so, yeah, I was certainly stopping in whenever he called. One day, it was a Lamborghini Jalpa…

Another time it was their crazy off-road beast, the Lamborghini LM…

The LM had a V12 like the Countach and I think the Jalpa was a small V8. Fun, for sure, even though it was just a few blocks on surface streets and a couple of miles on the expressway.

They never let the Countach out of the showroom but it sure was fun to drive those two.

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