My mom’s house is at a T intersection at the bottom of a steep hill. When it snows at least one car ends up taking out the rock wall we built when I was a kid. Then I have to come back and rebuild it before the next storm.
The last time it happened we could see the path the guy took home as the oil leaked out of his pan after mounting the wall.
It’s a 30 mph road that loops so it’s mostly only delivery people and residents, but no one has made it more than 10 feet into the yard in 30 years, though the accident rate has seemed to increase in the last 10.
I can tell you from experience, art school won’t help.