We were told once at pcm, about an off the street feeder driver out of Reno, who also worked package a little bit.
One night, this driver was barreling down donner pass, hot triple set, mexican banditos in hot pursuit. A freak lightning blizzard rolled in. The thiefs had shot ziplines over to the rig and had zipped accross to the back box and were making their way to the cab.
With the long combination vehicle at full tilt, the driver, sawed-off in hand, climbed out the window to the top of the cab. The driver aimed from the hip, pulled the trigger, and.. nothing. The weapon was empty from a few hours prior, when the driver had to shoot their way through a Compton intersection.
The story goes.. the driver, feeling the air begin to ionize, threw the sawed-off shotgun at the baditos. The leader caught it.
BOOM!!
All of the bad guys, instantly vaporized by the most powerful lightning bolt in history.
The driver, who had maintained a deadpan face through the entire ordeal, cracked a slight smile. Climbed back down into the cab, held a Virginia Slim out the window just as lightning struck again, lighting the cigarette, and rode off into the sunrise.