1) Of COURSE it’s a Range Rover

2) As a kid who lived on the Mount freshman year, I would be SO pissed to have to take the drunk steps every day in December during Finals.

3) HOW DRUNK WAS THIS PERSON??

4) This driver is incredibly lucky because if not for the stairs being there, they legit would have driven off the side of the Mount and ended up rolling down to the foot of Archibold/Carrier Dome

5) I fantasized many a night about jumping on the roof of the Dome (looks like a fluffy pillow from up there) — could this have been the impetus for the trajectory?

I got a ticket for failure to keep right ( I had exited the road into the grassy area to the right). I asked why that was so? I has gone waaaaaay right. I was informed it was because I had left the roadway.

I got ticketed for “speed improper and prudent.” I assured them that I was NOT going over the speed limit ( not even a lie). The response was that I was going too fast or I would not have gotten into an accident.

….. 3 more tickets later.

But they never got me for the DWI. It was a single car accident, no one involved no real property damage ( I was ticked for property damage … I left a skid mark in a grassed lawn … I kid you not).

Drunk driving? Whatever. Crashing into the mount stairs? Pfft. But failure to use the designated lane! What an asshole.

Also, I feel really bad for that overzealous freshman who through caution to the wind last night, went out instead of doing work after all of his boys were like “nah bro”, walked up and down Euclid for a few hours in the cold without finding any parties that would let him in, and then after a stop at Kimmel, decided to hike back up those stairs after 2 am only to find a Range Rover forcing him to go all the way down and around…

to promote the risks of texting and driving did not reach the masses as intended.

Trying to come up with the best excuses for driving into the stairs.

http://cusepulp.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-pretty-sure-this-is-what-happened-to.html

What would Shaq say to those kids???

My freshman year, I lived on the Mount. Definitely the poorest person up there.

My SENIOR year, we lived in an apartment on Comstock, and this stupid bitch (yes, she was) used to park her silver Range Rover in the driveway that led to the shared parking lot in the back, and leave it there all the time (thus blocking everyone else in). We referred to this girl simply as “Range Rover,” and cursed her name while laying on the car horn trying to get around the stupid $70,000 truck that her daddy bought her so that we could leave.

So yeah…I don’t like that person, even 13 years later.

“I thought you can’t drive over a solid yellow line”

“This isn’t a toll booth?”

“This was the only way I could get the new Range Rover”

Yeah, not shocked.

Meh, I lived in B/B freshman year and South the last three.