I mentioned that because someone once threw a motorcycle at my dad's car across the concrete median barrier
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I was in the back, so I didn't see the whole thing, but according to my dad a motorcycle came over the median barrier on either the Dan Ryan, Edens, or Kennedy (wasn't paying attention) and he ran into it before being able to stop. No one hit us from the back, though there were two more cars stopped behind us. I remember finally making it to the place we were spending the night, my grandparents' old house in Muskego, Wisconsin, at around 3 in the morning, not being allowed to see the damage to the front of the car, and two days later taking a Nissan Altima rental car home to South Dakota.