There was an aunt of mine from my fathers side who lived in the apartment above us with her daughter for a couple years. She once told me, years totaled maybe seven or eight at the time, that if I stuck my head or hands out of the window of a car while moving, they would be chopped off by a passing telephone pole. Maybe she had good intentions. Maybe not. I was rather afraid to enjoy the pushing force of wind at high speeds for a while. Even now it will occasionaly snap from my memory forward, and in a reflex of panic I will jerk my arm back into the car.