The car crashed into the truck.

What do you mean, what tree? This tree. Here.

She hit her head on a mesquite stump.

On the next flight I crashed into a hangar.

My car, my car. I'm the fellow that owns the car that ran into your tree.

I immediately hit a roadblock.

I ran into Flossie one night in Eddie's Place in Miami.

If you hit a rock, you won't come up till tomorrow. Heh, heh.

It hit in what we now know as Yucatan, the Gulf of Mexico.

That's the night I racked up the car. Piled up on Samson Creek Bridge.

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A chunk of rock six miles across, moving something like 50 times the speed of a rifle bullet, slammed into the Earth.