I had to act fast so I grabbed the nearest object and threw it to deflect the incoming projectile.

I was driving home from work, a 17 mile commute through 2 cities when I saw her, a 20-something white girl zip past my 3/4 view angle at the last second. I'm sitting at a stop light waiting for it to turn green at a 4-way stoplight intersection when I see her car screaming towards me. She was in the opposite lane and I'm thankful for that or this story would have a different ending. <br><br>The light turns green for me as I begin to move up about 3 feet as she speeds through her intersection against a red light. I see her car, an A8, maybe an A6 coming straight at me as she lost control and was spinning into my path. I put the car in park at the last second and my door was about to be broadsided by hers. <br><br>I had to act fast so I grabbed the nearest object and threw it to deflect the incoming projectile. Her car comes into view at the last second and all I remember is hearing a loud crash followed by a huge explosion. I jump out of my truck to see what had happened and immediately I felt heat. The blast from the explosion knocks me back into my truck under the window where the heat is so immense I can smell my hair burning. <br><br>I jump off the truck and run to her passenger side door to see if she needs help. I yank on the door to see if I can open it but it's locked. I pull as hard as I can and the door finally opens. I see she is slumped over in the drivers seat, smoke is filling the cab and I can hear the tell-tale crackling of fire.<br><br>"Is anyone else in the car?" I asked her. She slowly turns to me, blood dripping from her lip, and slowly starts to open her door. I quickly move closer to the door and open it for her before she falls out of the car onto the asphalt. <br><br>I help her up and guide her away from the burning wreck. I pull out my phone and dial 911 to get an ambulance and fire truck on scene. I walk back to the burning wreck to see if there are any other occupants in the vehicle. Thick black smoke fills the air as flames are erupting from the hood. <br><br>I jump in my truck and drive it away from the burning car, parking about 10 feet away from it, and calling 911 again to get in touch with someone. After 3 minutes on the phone with a representative who keeps transferring me to the "incorrect line" which is the fire department, a man pulls up behind me and rushes to my window. "Do you need any help" he asked. I said, "I'm trying to get in touch with the FD. Can you call them for me?" <br><br>He grabs his phone and tries to get in touch with someone. After 5 minutes on the phone with the FD, someone finally shows up, but it's the police. A 40-something white man with a beer belly and a constipated look on his face walks up to me. "Sir, did you see what happened?" I tell him exactly what I told you so far. "Sir, can I see your license, please?" Was my response.<br><br>He asked me for my license and registration and walked back to his car. With nothing else to do I decided to walk back over to the burning wreck. As I got closer to the wreck huge flames engulf the car as the paint begins to melt off. I walk closer to the wreck when I hear a small explosion. The explosion was so powerful it blew the windshield out of the car. I jump back as I felt the concussion from the blast. Just as I'm catching my breath I hear one last smaller explosion followed by some crackling. The flames were so intense that it was melting the windows and the paint off the car. <br><br>The fire department finally showed up, 12 minutes after the 911 call. They quickly got to work putting out the fire and securing the intersection. They were able to put out the fire and the car came out relatively unscathed. I went back over to the constipated cop who was still writing his report. "Sir, can I have my license back, please?" He told me to hold on a minute.<br><br>After 10 minutes he finally hands me my license and tells me he's going to issue me a warning for this accident. I said, "I don't understand." "Sir, you threw an object at her car which caused her to lose control." I said, "What? No, sir." "Sir, there were 3 witnesses that said you threw something at her car before it crashed." I said, "I highly doubt that, sir." <br><br>He asked me what did I throw at her car. I told him my water bottle. He said, "A full water bottle?" "Not full, but half full." He said, "I'm going to let you off with a warning. Please drive safely." <br><br>The cops had 2 ambulances on the scene for her and I. I told them I didn't need an ambulance and that I was fine. They told me to stay there as they may need to ask me questions. A very nice older gentleman came up to me and said, "Sir, are you okay? What did you throw at her to make her lose control?" "I threw my water bottle at her to deflect her car." "Sir, I didn't see that." "Sir, I didn't throw anything at her." <br><br>There were about 8 people standing around me at this point all listening to this conversation. An older white woman spoke up. "Sir, I didn't see you throw anything. She was speeding!" "Sir, I didn't throw anything at her." With this all the people standing around me began to murmur in agreement that I didn't throw anything at her. "Sir, I didn't throw anything at her."<br><br>The police report came out today and it said I "threw an object at her car" which caused her to lose control. I'm definitely fighting this in court.<br><br><br>So what did I throw at her to deflect her car?<br><br>Edit: I should let everyone know that thankfully she is okay, just some bruising on her face.