From: Spehro Pefhany
Subject: Re: US Mailboxes
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Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 06:33:32 GMT
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On Thu, 26 Dec 2002 05:33:27 GMT, the renowned Fred Bloggs
>LOL- that would only apply to the owner's liability to the juvenile who
>broke his arm while swinging the bat at the box from a vehicle traveling
What if a car loses control and hits the "mailbox" killing somebody?
Such boxes are also often hit by snowplows in winter as I understand
it (never lived in that rural an area myself). One answer is to mount
the mailbox on an arm and pivot so that it can rotate around if hit
by a snowplow. It will also rotate around and hit the car of an
attacker, coincidentally. (Don Foreman mentioned this one).
Here's a couple of mailbox stories from other friends, both from the
frozen north (one from the UP of Michigan, one from Ontario)- all
credit to them, their details can be found on Google.
My buddies dad had a small disagreement with the gent that ran the
plow so everytime it snowed one winter, he would clip off the mail
box. We would continue to reinforce the post, and the old boy would
continue to clip it off. Considering the ground was frozen about 8 ft
deep, we couldnt dig much of a hole. What we finally did was run a
hose down the road, and ice down a circle of snow , piling it on until
the mound of ice was about 20 foot long, and right to the top of the
mail box, We raised the flag to profide an aiming spot, and waited.
It snowed pretty good that night, so along comes the plow, hauling
ass. We watched as he aimed for the mound of snow with the red flag
sticking out. It was a beautiful thing to watch that big ol truck rise
up, and flip over about 8 times. Made a hell of a cloud of snow
hanging in the air. My buddies dad ran out to check out the terrible
noise and drug the driver out of the cab. The driver mumbled something
about "you win" as they carted him off in the ambulance. Dad had no
idea what we had done, so he walked over to the mail box, and found
the ramp of ice. He stood frozen for a moment, turned and gave us a
stern look, shook his finger at us, and walked back to the house
trying to keep from laughing....
The State Police investigated the crash site, and busted up as well.
It appears the story about the feud had gotten around. Nothing was
ever said about our handiwork.
Most of what the snowplow hits around here belongs to the 'mailbox'
family. Most of the time, the plow wins.
However, one fine fall I had just come home to find YET ANOTHER
mailbox maimed by the 'mailbox league' baseball team, which has
foregone their baseball bats in lieu of pick axes, and decided that
they would find the next box to be a challenge.
I had a welder friend (I wasn't welding yet) make me up a mailbox
out of 1/2" plate with half of a piece of 10" steam pipe to give the
standard mailbox shape. Well gusseted inside and out. This was a box
that would survive a direct nuclear strike.
The box was mounted on a 9' chunk of 8" steam pipe buried over 5' in
the ground (gotta love PTO post-hole augers) surrounded and *filled*
The operative term here was 'inflexible'. I wanted to make damn
sure that the next asshole with a pickaxe hanging out the window of a
pickup truck with the demise of my mailbox as his mission ended up
with at *least* a broken arm.
Anyway, you all saw this coming; the plow hit my mailbox.
Luckily, the plow (which is actually a grader, not a regular plow)
hit it with just the tip of the blade, and the resulting twist caused
some 1/2" shear pins to snap, and caused a several-hour delay while
the driver tried to find pins in his tool box while alternating
baleful glares at the bend in his blade, and the gouge in the 'stem'
of my mailbox.
The town decided that maybe my mailbox was a bit too sturdy, and I
had to cut it off. I'm thinking maybe I can mount it on a truck
spring or something... I've actually been meaning to talk it over with
Clarence (he drives the grader now).
"it's the network..." "The Journey is the reward"
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