Monzarite

My old car was hit by a meteor. True story.

Back around, ohhhh 1988, I was toodling along highway 15 from Fort Sask towards Edmonton. With literally no vehicles in sight, I saw this small rock bouncing quite far ahead of me. It was further than my tire would've thrown it for sure, and there were no kids with slingshots around either. I thought it was odd, but didn't do anything to avoid it.

Bink.

It hit my windshield, but didn't do any damage. I didn't stop, so if you have a geiger counter, meteor-detector, or good eyes, then look for a pebble-sized meteor on the north side of the highway just before it sweeps left and turns into Manning Freeway.  If you find it, please name it Monzarite after my cool old Monza Spyder.

I miss the old girl. Cheapo car, but fun to drive and nice rumble. Somehow always looked clean too.