Back in the 'eighties, I attended a truckdriving school in Alabama. On our last day in road-training, one of the students backed over a brand new Mercedes Benz. All we felt in the cab was a minor thud. When we got out to investigate, the owner of the car-- a Pentecostal preacher--came running out of the KFC he'd been in, and started hollering, and cussing to high heaven! It was pretty funny! I'd never heard a preacher cuss like that in my life! (The Mercedes was squashed like a pizza pie!).
Holy Crapoly! That's going to leave a few dents.