My first thought was: Why did they put rumble strips in the middle of the interstate? We were riding high, Krystal and me. Our short trip to Washington State, planned around a Tanya Tucker and The Highwomen concert at The Gorge Amphitheater, had gone off better than we’d hoped for.
Our tickets, purchased months ago, happened to align with the first availability to test the Mammoth Overland “Extinction Level Event” trailer. (More on that someday soon. It’s fun.) And when I reached out to a couple of OEMs to see if there might be a vehicle in the Seattle fleet with which to tow the bright orange, bear-spraying apocalypse-ready camper, Ford was the first to respond: How about an F-150 Raptor R? Which, to quote the Ford rep, was “about as Mad Max as it gets.”
So we’d spent a long weekend dashing and bashing through the most varied square miles of landscape in the states, tucked back next to an alpine stream the first night, up over Steven’s Pass to the edge of the Columbia River basin for the next, backed into a turnout near the top of an off-season ski mountain demarcated with hunks of seamed white granite so pretty they’d be sculpture in most of the world.
Krystal found a campground near Soap Lake where we could safely drop the trailer for the third day and let the Raptor R stretch its legs. South for an hour to Moses Lake’s dunes, a hastily-bought flag flapped from a fiberglass pole we’d wedged in the truck’s rear window. We gracelessly bounced across moguls and small jumps until we started to get a feel for the proper dollop of 700 horsepower needed to smooth out 6,000 pounds of desert power from the God-Emperors of Planet Dearborn.
Locals running dirt bikes and sand rails laughed with us as we gingerly crept over the tops of new hills that toddlers were sailing over without a second thought, but even when a decline overwhelmed our caution, the Raptor R didn’t care. If we hit the bump stops even once, we never felt it. We finished our lunch break in the dunes with an instrumented test of where exactly to slam the throttle at the end of a banked turn so that instead of carrying maximum speed you could get the truck to throw up as much sand as possible before pushing itself straight again through acceleration alone. (The carefully calibrated instrument was my ass.)
Aired up again, we tested the stop-start system on northern Washington’s canal-plotted country roads by stopping and starting in a straight line as much as possible. It was somewhere along those roads that my wife stared out into the scrubland and said matter-of-factly: “I’ve never had these feelings for a truck before.”
Who wouldn’t be smitten? The Raptor R is as close to a hypertruck as has ever been built. It should be, considering the price: It currently costs about 30 grand of sweet talk to convince a dealer to take another $110,000. As friend-of-the-show Robert “Bobby Soarin’” Sorokanich described it, it’s the closest any real-life vehicle can be to a video game car: It’s stupid fast; its suspension implies an unrealistic relationship with the earth’s physics engine; and if you accidentally go off the road it’s not game over.
We’ve been truck-less for about three years, so we’re especially easy marks. We can’t afford a Raptor R. But we spent a good hour pretending we could, sketching out what it would cost, what we’d have to sacrifice, the amount of lumber it would take to build a carport since it’s definitely too big to fit in our garage. By the time we were back at Soap Lake scrubbing ourselves with its famous healing mud that smells and feels exactly like what you’d imagine decomposing brine shrimp would smell and feel like, we had a napkin-math estimate of about half of what our house cost. It still seemed almost reasonable.
Our last night was the concert, preceded by an afternoon lounging in a winery adjacent to the venue, laying on our backs sipping wine between rows of vines and staring at the sun through the leaves of a dogwood which, like us, was surely not native. Considering our typical weekend getaway is sleeping in the back of a station wagon at a campground eating untoasted marshmallows, we were pretty proud of ourselves for programming such a luxurious jaunt.
That vibe persisted yesterday morning as we chugged back to Seattle on I-90, trailer in tow. I’d just realized that the Raptor R’s trailering assist system didn’t automatically activate the dedicated Tow Mode until the day before, so I was impressed anew at the truck’s tweaks to the throttle and shifting, even if our trailer was relatively light and the Raptor and its suspension is the least optimized for towing in the F-150 line. (I’d been in Normal Mode on the way east, which worked fine, but Tow Mode is better.)
We’re experienced mile-eaters. We’ve driven through every state in the Lower 48. And even in an overpowered machine, when it comes to crowded highways I’ve never found a reason to be anything but sedate. Five-under at 70 seems fine to me, especially if that means I’m not changing lanes all the time to get around a semi in the right lane that’s just going to speed up again on the next downhill. We’ll get there when we get there.
The Accident
We were in that iron-ass satori when the wreck happened. I’ll tell you what I experienced, but like many brief moments of terror, there wasn’t much to tell: I felt a vibration. Before I could process that, I felt a push and heard scraping metal. Then I could feel that we were being forced out of the right lane towards the shoulder. I could feel the trailer doing something, and had the luck of instinct to accelerate to keep it straight. I remember hearing the truck downshift and growl and steadily pull away as I kept playing out just a little steering towards the shoulder, which thankfully didn’t seem to be coming closer too quickly. And then it was over.
Krystal said she looked over at me when she first felt something, saw me exhale and grip the wheel, and started to understand we were being hit by another vehicle when the Raptor’s rear fender flare went flying past my window.
As we eased onto a shoulder we saw the box truck pull ahead of us onto the shoulder as well. The interstate, even 90 minutes out of town, was busy. But there were enough gaps in between tractor-trailers that I could try my door. It opened. I walked around the front of the truck to see a young guy getting out of the box truck with his partner. He looked dazed.
I asked him what happened. “I fell asleep,” he said.
Twenty minutes later a state trooper arrived, walked up to the four of us standing in a wide ditch, and asked the same thing after noting his body camera was recording.
“I fell asleep,” the kid said again. I was simultaneously admiring of his honesty and furious at his nonchalance. His partner piped up. “Yeah, he was driving for me because I fell asleep when I was driving about an hour ago.” Semis kept blowing by us on the interstate. The sun felt white.
“Guess you’re awake now,” the trooper said.
A half-hour later the trooper handed us some paperwork with the box truck’s driver’s contact information and details about the owner of the truck, a local air conditioning company. The kids’ bosses had arrived just as the trooper was telling Krystal and me we could leave if we wanted. There was an exit less than a half-mile up the interstate with a gas station and a big farm stand, so we got in the still-idling Raptor, flipped on our hazards, and inched away up the shoulder. I wanted to ask what ticket the driver was getting, but the trooper didn’t seem inclined to tell us.
We got to the farm stand fine. It was there I was able to really take a look at the truck and trailer. At first I thought “Oh this isn’t too bad” — that antiquated read of “Well it’s mostly body damage,” which in 2023 is no longer a useful snap judgment. Body panels are more expensive and complex than ever, between materials and adhesives and subdermal sensors. As I brought my service manager role-play brain online, it started to click that every panel from the taillight to the front fender was toast. One running board was folded underneath. Front and rear bumpers were bent down. The bedside was pushed in at least a foot. The rear driver’s side door wouldn’t open because the metal had rolled over the door seam like a little cannoli.
Well at least the frame is straight. I got underneath to compare the rear spring perch angles from the damaged side to the undamaged side. They seemed the same, or nearly. I should have looked up a few feet; I might have noticed that the rear tire was pushed out about an inch behind the track of the front tire.
We walked into the fruit stand and got a latte. (We were in Washington State. Farm stands have espresso.) We called Ford and Mammoth Overland to let them know what happened. Nothing but professionalism and empathy from both, which I expected from Ford but felt nervous about with Mammoth, which is a small company which had just loaned its 1-of-1 concept trailer to a person outside of the company for the first time. If I were them I would have been plenty mad.
Instead they immediately sent out an employee to retrieve the trailer (and us, if we wanted) from Seattle. When Bridgett, who we’d not met when picking up the trailer, showed up a couple of hours later, I was inside the farm stand building hiding from the sun, but Krystal was sitting in the truck. The first thing Bridgett did when seeing the truck was walk up to Krystal and give her a big hug and exclaim, “I’m so glad you guys are okay.” That was when we first started to think about how badly things could have gone if the box truck had first hit the trailer instead of the rear of the truck. It’s not likely, considering the angles and relative speeds of the impact, that the trailer would have pulled us laterally enough to lose forward momentum and roll. But it wasn’t impossible, either.
After we swapped the damaged but largely intact trailer over to Bridgett’s F-150, I took the Raptor out for an unladen drive on a back road. It seemed okay. Perhaps a slight pull to the right. And the cross-traffic sensors complained that they weren’t working, probably because those sensors and the destroyed driver’s side mirror were no longer pointed in any specific direction except “wrong.” The tires had held air for a couple of hours.
I made the call. Ford had offered to send out a flat bed for the truck and get us to the airport separately, but they were forced to rely on my assessment and judgment since there wasn’t time to get a mechanic out to look at anything and for us to catch our flight.
We just wanted to get home. And we did. Bridgett followed us for the first few dozen miles before we waved her on. Except for a sense of embarrassment I felt for driving a rare machine in medium-well condition, we didn’t have any issues. We dropped off the Raptor R where we picked it up, got on our red eye back to New York with 30 minutes to spare, and caught a few hours of fitful sleep before landing on the other side of the continent.
We were lucky. I know that.
I’ve heard some version of “The truck can be replaced. Your life can’t” about three dozen times in the last 24 hours. Most of me knows that’s true.
But there’s a little part of me that doesn’t feel that yet. At least not the first part. There may be millions of F-150s on the road, but there are only a few Raptor Rs. And there will never be more than a few. It’s an end-of-an-era machine, built just as much for the engineers at Ford as for its customers. And even though we only had a few days with it, I was already starting to try to come up with a way to explain that despite its deeply unnecessary nature, it was worth celebrating on its own ridiculous merit.
I’m thankful we’re safe. Of course I am. It’s just a machine. But for one perfect weekend, that specific machine, in gleaming silver that caught the light of temperate rainforests and deserts so handsomely, that made HOA-rending exhaust noise when you wanted and blew cold air into your gooch when you needed it was part of that experience. And I’m sad to know that its days doing its job as a paragon of hootin’-and-hollerin’ American exuberance were cut short. Maybe the Raptor R as a product should never exist in the first place, but it does. This one does. And I’m sad, at the very least, it’s on the sidelines for a while. It deserves to holler again.
[Editor’s Note: The Autopian always takes excellent care of borrowed press vehicles, but sometimes things like this happen. Both Ford, who lent us the truck, and Mammoth Overland, who loaned us the camper, were gracious and understanding of the whole situation, making it clear that their priority is Joel’s wellbeing. The Autopian’s priority is the same. -DT].
Job opening.
Gooch? What is this Jersey? Thanks for the telling of a not so great story. Glad you did have some fun and are safe. That Raptor is nuts, as such they deserve to exist. (kind of like my dog) At a quick glance that camper reminds me of some You Tuber’s attempt to monetize the upcoming apocalypse to his favor. But I am certain it is a well made and designed RV. No offense or insult intended at all.
I understand your thoughts and feelings about the whole accident/situation. It’s 9 years out for my wreck, and am still pissed at the damn kid who totaled my truck. Hope you will come to terms with all this quickly. Life is too short.
Glad that Ford and the RV folks were decent to you all as well. Although it all seems to suck now, it is true that this too shall pass.
Gooch? Seriously what is this?
“I wanted to ask what ticket the driver was getting, but the trooper didn’t seem inclined to tell us.”
LOL, oh, you sweet, summer child!
No pictures of the damaged trailer?
With all due respect to that Ford rep (and as I noted in my comment https://www.theautopian.com/i-found-a-1-million-rv-abandoned-off-road-heres-how-it-failed/comment-page-1/#comment-165855), the monstrosity DT found dead by the side of the trail is about as Mad Max as it gets…
I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that Ford simply writes off the truck. In the best case scenario that aluminum body with almost every panel on the side of the truck (including the B pillar) bent is going to cost (insert appropriately obscene descriptor acceptable to Editor here) of money to repair. Then Ford would have to sell it, obviously, as a used vehicle but with full warranty given the low miles. I don’t think the return on investment would be worth the headaches and potential liabilities.
A point to remember is that while the truck sells for $110,000K, it didn’t cost Ford that to build it.
I’m sure Hollywood would take it off their hands once the necessary parts are fixed. Use it for a Mad Max film or turn it into a camera vehicle.
Or they could ship it to Ukraine.
This has tax credit/write off well, written all over it. There is no way this should ever seen use again on the road given the well documented accident, and the associated possible liability should it be returned to the road in the future. Best use is for parts durability research?
Also, if there’s only going to be a preset number of Raptor Rs and Ford crushes this one without it ever having been recorded as a sale or titled to anyone but Ford, they can simply build another one in its’ stead (not actual VIN but any “1 of x000” designation).
So I don’t work directly in the group that controls the press vehicles, but I’ve been near them and have friends on those teams. Typically the cars are either a) crushed or b) auctioned off. If engineering has done any tests on the cars with prototype parts or processes, it’ll get crushed. I’m guessing they don’t bother this with car and will crush it shortly.
It sure is lucky that nobody was hurt. This makes me wonder if the box truck had an exhaust leak that was putting some carbon monoxide into the cabin and making the drivers sleepy. A long time ago I worked for a pool company and the van that I normally drove had to go into the shop so I was driving an old box truck that was not in the greatest shape. After driving for a while I suddenly got very tired and nearly ran a stop sign. When I got back to the office I looked underneath and found a couple of small exhaust leaks and also noticed that the wooden floor of the box had gaps between some of the boards. Driving was creating an air flow which was sucking the leaked exhaust fumes up through the floor and into the cab. Not enough for much smell, but definitely enough to have an effect.
If you’re ever feeling tired at the wheel pull over and sleep till you’re not tired.
It’s not worth the risk.
So my take away, I giant truck was hit by bigger giant truck!
Passengers in THIS case walked away!
I’m glad to hear it wasn’t worse, and hope your nightmares go away fast. I know I’d have nightmares over it.
There is always something bigger. But still when does make it bigger, stronger, faster stop? Not long ago the cost of this truck was super car money. Now it is stupid person money soon to be average cost of a truck. I bet insurance is a regular car payment due to cost to repair or throw away and replace. This accident, while great noone was hurt, had it been an owner could financially ruin a person. With pay not keeping up with inflation or cost of living soon everyone will be needing to make the 96 month financing mistake.
The thing I want to know after reading this is what an Air Conditioning company truck is doing being driven mid-morning by two employees who are so tired they can’t stay awake and claim they’ve been driving for at least an hour-duration trip. Something doesn’t add up.
Young people. Probably out too late.
Damn kids!
Well you do commercial HVAC you install 24/7. Or 2 young people just 2 hours working but out partying last night.
3 things:
Driving cross country me and my first wife got stuck a night on, I think, I-40 in OK? With just one lane of traffic open and Jersey barriers preventing passing or pulling over, I was driving, our little sedan with a U-Haul trailer
“you’re falling asleep”
Nope I’m OK.
….
“Peter, you’re falling asleep!”
I’m fine.
….
“Peter you were asleep!!”
Leave me alone!! I’m fine!!!
That anger and shot of adrenaline snapped me out of it and we were able to get to a exit, but I was 100% falling asleep, and 100% not realizing it at the time. Only after the blood was pumping did I realize she was right. Scary
I woke up in the median of a highway. Doing around 70 in an FSomething Super Duty with several tons of equipment on the flatbed. That did it for me: the thought of killing somebody really got my attention. I now have explicit permission to pull over and nap on company time whenever I feel it’s needed. And I’ve only had to do that once since I changed my caffeine habits* & quit energy drinks.
*caffeine has a 1/2-life of 12 hours!
Thank you! I also got away with it once or twice for sure. Not worth the risk however we measure it. Guilty as charged on this one.
I once woke up behind the wheel going 60mph down a hill next to the Florida Turnpike. Was up for 2 days straight after that.
I was once woken up by the falling sensation of my Trans Am dropping off a small, 2-lane highway into the ditch. The ditch on the left side of the road, which means my sleeping ass drifted all the way across the opposite lane… while cresting a hill, which wouldn’t have given any oncoming traffic time to react.
Whether an act of God or just dumb luck, I was extremely fortunate to walk away from that one. (Doubly fortunate, because I was also able to drive away… other than some of the plastic bits on the front-end getting cracked up from the initial landing, the car was more or less fine.)
So once more for the people (sleeping?) in the back, DON’T DRIVE TIRED.
Having a backup driver for safety doesn’t help if the backup is as much of an irresponsible dipshit as the primary driver. Pull the fuck over if you feel that tired.
Dang, I’m glad you and the wife are okay man!
I just can’t wrap my head around “$110,000 F150”
Because I still remember the day my Dad bought a new F100 Custom longbed for about $3000 in 1973.
Sounds like it can hit $140,000 after dealer shenanigans. I can’t understand wanting a specific vehicle so badly that you would let them overcharge you that much.
That’s just because Ford calls everything an “F-150” and then adds a descriptor word for what it really is. Any other company would give it its own model name.
Yes but the new one has 50 more Fs.
“Victor is just sad, at the thought of you missing out on all that extra eagle…”
F150? More like F7U12.
Ford will fix that truck, don’t sweat it. I’m sure they planned on the press fleet being written off anyways given the usual demo involved jumping.
I definitely worry about getting into a crash when pulling our 5000 lbs camper-that’s a lot of weight acting as a wild card if it gets out of shape. Glad it worked out the way it did.
In this case, two men were operating a commercial vehicle, large enough to easily injure and kill drivers in normal vehicles, while knowing it was extremely unsafe to do so. All to make a buck, because heaven forbid you pull over 30 minutes. I really dislike how this has become normalized behavior in our society-the driver should be in jail, and the owner should be fined mercilessly. Had you been in something reasonably sized, without several thousand pounds of trailer pushing you forward, it could have ended much differently.
The thing that will eventually give me night sweats once my brain allows me to feel anything about this experience is what would have happened if they would have hit the trailer first instead of the truck.
There’s always a ‘what if.’ But it didn’t, so it’s best not to dwell on it. Don’t forget you piloted out of that like a f***ing baller. Anything else is the wrong attitude.
I only bring it up because you imply a rather forgiving or understanding approach with the crew. This was the direct, foreseeable result of a conscious decision to actively endanger your life. You should be pissed and demand action. It’s not ok and the driver/owner deserve to face severe consequences for operating under those conditions, rather than waiting for them to kill someone’s kid (or me, going by on a motorcycle. Or David in his mustang, Mercedes in her smart, or torch in literally anything he owns. I shouldn’t have to drive a f150 just to not get murdered on my way to the store).
I get it. Trust that those same thoughts have run through my head several times in the last couple of days. If this were a personal vehicle situation I’d probably be a lot more antagonistic towards the drivers and the company. But because there are multiple companies and people involved, it doesn’t feel like my place to make a ruckus. Ford and Mammoth have all the reports and they can do what is best for them.
As for the guys driving, I don’t want to wave away their irresponsibility. I hope they understand the good fortune they had that there were no injuries and learn from it.
“I really dislike how this has become normalized behavior in our society-the driver should be in jail, and the owner should be fined mercilessly. Had you been in something reasonably sized, without several thousand pounds of trailer pushing you forward, it could have ended much differently.”
Yeah, I can’t imagine what would happen in my company if one of our drivers did that. We just had an hour and a half long situational learning/safety assessment call with the heads of all departments this morning at 6:30am because someone at the maintenance shop got distracted by something on his phone and pulled a dump truck into the garage with the bed up, scraping the top of the door opening but not doing more than cosmetic damage.
If a driver fell asleep on the road, I’d expect probably several levels of management above him would mysteriously need to leave in order to spend more time with their families within about 48 hours.
If a driver fell asleep on the road, I’d expect probably several levels of management above him would mysteriously need to leave in order to spend more time with their families within about 48 hours.
I’d expect management bonuses and stock inflation myself.
Once again why punish the employer when nothing has been shown he even saw these idiots. Maybe they take the truck home most do. But yes blame owner. It isnt like Gawker who ruined their business knowing the law and refusing judicial orders to take down an illegal obtained video.
Why the owner? Unless he knew they were young idiots and too sleepy they show up clock in and hop in the truck and go. He probably never saw them. But sure owner bad take his money. Next thing a go fund me page and a lawsuit because he fires these to jagoffs.
In CT I had an employee i seldom saw wreck a new company van because he was shitfaced. He had an emptt 12 pack and admitted doing only shots for lunch. I fired him. He applied for unemployment benefits. I admit the guy was honest abount being on a 3 day bender and drinking more in 3 days than i do in a month. But govt ass asks well that is a lot of alchohol due you have a drinking problem. Guy says no. Are you sure? Yes i am fine. Are you really sure? Yes. Really really sure? yes. The alcoholic was getting tired of the question and so was i. Because if this guy who risked killing people had said yes. Oh disease you cant fire him you need to pay for his treatment no matter how many times it takes and he keeps his job with the business at risk for lawsuit or just pay him to sit on his ass. Cant sue the govt for forcing to keep him employed.
Some here really need to wake up to reality before making bad comments.
Because the owner put those dipshits in the truck, and clearly the business prioritizes getting long distance jobs complete over getting them done safely. As a private citizen, if I let someone drive my car and they cause injury due entirely to their own fault, I’m liable as well. The idea that the same rules don’t apply just because someone is making money off the trip is idiotic. Some people need to pull their heads out of their ass and not be fucking idiots
To be totally accurate, it’s a local HVAC company with a box truck, not a long distance trucking business with a semi, we don’t know the whole story, there is a possibility they borrowed the truck off-hours, or did something in their free time that left them exhausted when they showed up for work, and that isn’t something that you can always visually check, especially since the tiredness can come in waves. Right now, the only people definitely at fault are the drivers that actually caused the accident, whether it goes beyond them will require more information than we have available at the present time, anything beyond the established facts is speculation, even if informed speculation.
So glad you’re both OK Joel! Very well written and entertaining, as well as grammatically excellent unlike some writers on this site who shall remain nameless (Looking at you Torch! No, no reason, just looking at you…(◔_◔)). I look forward to seeing more of your writing here.
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Man, that hurt to read.
It sounds odd to say, but I’m glad to read that you were not at fault for the accident. After all the videos one sees online of Raptor/TRX owners doing dumb things to trash their vehicles, it’s hard not to assume something similar would happen to a press vehicle.
With that said, a neighbor has one of those 1000hp Hennessey TRXs, and I keep hoping to see it wrapped around a tree simply so the jackhole owner stops driving like an idiot inside the neighborhood. So far, no luck.
What TOSSABL said (and asked).
I got a real Douglas Coupland vibe (that’s a good thing) from this section:
Excellent stuff!
I’ve never fallen asleep at the wheel, or come really close…but damn that’s scary.
Also, saw a Raptor R at the grocery store the other day – it’s cartoonishly big.
Me neither, I don’t know how this can happen, but that’s me. Other people are different.
It’s happened to me many times on 12hrs+ drives when I feel like I’m asleep even though my eyes are wide open, which is my cue to pull over.
I’ve been in the car with someone who fell asleep driving and I remember ending up in a ditch with the hood and some body panels missing; we swapped seats and I drove us home in the car looking like something from MadMax.
Well written —and an engaging read. I have to give you credit for the thoughtful, low-key tone throughout: it must have been tempting to amp it up for the actual accident portion. I’m glad all humans are fine.
I, too, have had several moments when I instinctively did the correct thing. I find that knowledge quite comforting: that I did the right thing that I had made a point of repeating like a mantra in hopes that, when things went wrong, I would then do.
Again; great story, and thank you for letting us in on it. Would you be so kind as to follow up with estimates on repair cost and outcome of the driver’s charges? -Assuming, of course, you get that information
Happy to share it if I get it and if Ford allows. (It’s their truck, so I figure that’s their call.) But I’m super curious myself and did ask if they’d let me know when they get it back to Michigan.
So glad everyone was okay. Hell is other people.
Love the non-sequitur shot of the T-bird you spotted.
I don’t care what anybody says, I’m a fan of the 2000s retrobird, especially in a good color. The interior is garbage, but with 20 years of depreciation, that becomes more tolerable
You can’t say they didn’t do something unique. And that color makes it. A turquoise T-Bird top-down in the desert? That’s what it was made to do!
Agree-I forgot to mention the T-bird shot earlier. Just projecting, but I could see taking that picture because it feels like everything is just so vivid after an experience like that.
This has me wondering what are the worst/most expensive press car accidents in history are…
Richard Hammond’s Rimac crash must be up there.
There have been at least a couple of deaths – one fairly recently for a track tester at TTAC, IIRC (I probably don’t R all that C, but I know something happened), and one at Car and Driver in the early ’90s who was also testing a car on a track that I remember quite clearly, except for the name of the writer who died. (The power of print, maybe?) Both were pretty young, so even the most sociopathic and ghoulish actuary would estimate future earnings at more than the cost of a Rimac, to say nothing of the more consequential loss of an actual person
Wait. How did the *front* bumper get messed up?
Not sure. They were both just moved slightly out of true, so my guess is that the movement of the side sheet metal pushed them somehow.
I will happily read the entire piece soon, but please fix the spelling of Tyrannosaurus in the topshot.
Sorry! So many letters, all in a row! Feel free to read it all now!
Woohoo!!
*reads*
It’s okay Mr. Tocrhinsky.
Don’t proofread tired, itt leedz too spelinj missteaks.