“Twenty yards ahead of them, caught by its bumpers between the walls of two houses, was a long black Buick, swung up on one side by the force of the wind. Slowly it worked itself free, then rolled on its back and slithered down the street towards them. Goldman accelerated sharply, and the Buick locked for a moment against the heavy nose armour, then lifted sharply into the air and careened over the sandbagged hood with a tremendous clatter, rolling off the roof of the carrier. For a moment the periscope was darkened. Then it cleared and they all turned to watch through the rear-door grilles as the Buick, its body holed and dented, slithered down the street, demolishing a low wall, from which clouds of dust took off in the air like supercharged steam.
‘Bad driver,’ Patricia Olson commented dryly.” – JG Ballard, 1962
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