A friend was driving on 89 in VT, heading home from college. He was doing about 70 when all of a sudden (with no warning) the hood popped open. He couldn't see a damn thing. Everyone in the car started screaming - he was the only one who didn't completely loose their shit. So he slowed down very carefully (the road was, luckily, dead straight at that point) and pulled over. After a bit by the side of the road the rest of the car calmed down a bit. The wind had bent the hood out of shape, so in order to even get to the next rest area/gas station they had to tie the damn thing down with a rope.
My dog did not bite your dog, your dog bit first, and I don't have a dog.
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