A man and his family, and some truck drivers, plowed into a herd of cows that were standing in dense fog on the Turnpike. The cows thought they had escaped danger in the form of a coyote that had already killed one of their herd.
Too bad they forgot about the dangers of motorized vehicles.
One cow hit the Rollins’ windshield, then flew up over the roof, crashing onto the back of the van. The front end of the van ended up atop another cow.
Can you imagine?! Hitting a thousand pound moo-er hard enough to send it up and over the roof of a van? Can you imagine seeing a cow flying up over the roof of a van, bony legs flailing, all “Moooooo!”
“It was like something out of Steven Spielberg, coming into the fog and cows coming out the darkness,” said Mr. Rollin. “There were five cows, and I think we hit all five.”
Steven Spielberg? Really? Cows in fog? I’d have gone with the “Twilight Zone” angle, but if the next Indiana Jones movie includes a scene with cows in fog flying over a minivan all, “Moooooo!” … Awesome.
Mr. Rollin said hitting the cows brought his van to a quick stop.
After the collision, the Rollin family decided against heading to Lake Erie.
“We went to church after that,” Mr. Rollin said.
Cows in fog. Bringing people to Jesus.