|My Dad would have seen the likes of this coming a mile away.|
Photo attribution: Damnsoft 09 at en.wikipedia
I would tell her that a car is just a mechanical extension of a person's body and that, just as their body reflects their underlying mood and intentions, so, too, does their car. The effect is a bit muted by those thousands of pounds of painted steel surrounding them, but it can still be detected.
And to drive home my point (pun intended), I would give her live examples. "Watch what happens here next," I would say from my driver's seat. "That guy in the red car is going to cut off the other guy in the truck." Sure enough, it would happen. But all she would reply was, "There is no such thing as autobody language."
Until that one precious day when I heard her muttering to herself under her breath, "Oh my God, I don't believe this... I knew exactly what that guy in the blue car was going to do, because I read his autobody language..."
Such was the case about a month ago at one of my favorite local intersections - the corner of West Walker and League City Parkway.
If we get lucky, someone will merely damage it, without bringing it down catastrophically. Then its owner will realize, "Oh, heck, that's in a bad place" and they will move it back from the lane.
One of the reasons why I noticed this situation is that I used to live in north Clear Lake, where the light poles are set in crazy proximity to the travel lanes.