Posted this one before:

Back in the 80s I was coming into Powderhouse circle from South Medford at maybe 2 in the morning on a dead quiet night. I was getting ready to enter the circle when a car, apparently coming from Ball Square, came speeding through a hedge on my left, completely off the road, missed my front bumper by maybe an inch, hit the curb on the other side of the street, blew a tire and just kept going. It felt like something out of a movie. When quiet returned I just sat there for 30 seconds or so, trying to figure if it had really happened or not. Good times.