I had this one during spring. It happened on the pathway between two housing project blocks. For some reason I'm dressed up as a punk (Dr. Martens boots, jeans and a jean vest), and I'm with this small blonde boy (about 10-12 years old) and we're turning the corner of a cloth-dryer cage, when we hear this strange noise. Sort of like a rumble. I immediately push the kid backwards in a manner saying (stand back, I'll go check it out). As I turn the corner I spot a light-blue Ford Taunus TC2 sedan, missing its right front wheel, coming towards me at slow speed. There's no one behind the wheel. I instantly come forward and I kick it once violently on the right front fender. This very sequence repeated a few times (probably why I remember the details so well).