Texas tag desperately needed.

Kyosuke: I dispute the assumption that this is Darwin-worthy.

If all that is standing between you and certain death is a couple of feet of water and a closed window, then yes, this is Darwin-worthy.

Kyosuke: Neither of you know much about carbon monoxide poisoning, do you

I'm smart enough not to sit in an idling car of any kind with the windows up for a long period of time, much less one with the tail end submerged.

I thought that was common knowledge.

I guess not.

Duesler said the incident happened when the victims were apparently "mudding," where people try to drive vehicles through shallow pools created by heavy rainfall.

Oh, that's so much fun! God, at least they died happy. The best part of that activity is that after you're finished with it, you can take drive your mud-plastered 4X4 out the highway and open 'er up, listen the thrummy hum of your monster tires on the asphalt and the light whistle of the wind as it hardens the oozing mud all over your truck's body to a brittle shell. So by the time you're really flying down the road, you've got these nice chips and pieces of hardened earth breaking off your car like pieces of a spaceship disintegrating upon re-entry, and you know something? You know a little secret? That's what you like to pretend. You like to imagine that you are Commander Dwight T. Doom, and you're on a mission that's gone wrong. Can you guide your vessel home? She's flying apart, you growl in your mind. Clear the flight deck. You've made it through these missions before. Just last winter, for instance, after the blizzard when great ice shelves ripped themselves from your snow-encased truck to hurtle backward through traffic. You barely made it home. But this...this is different. Doom Dog to base, Doom Dog to base, you mutter into your imaginary headset. You wish you had one of those Bluetooth things. More realistic. This might be a tight one. You grit your teeth and clench the wheel as another piece breaks away and sails back through your slipstream to explode against the grill of a semi. Your life support system. That was your life support system. You have minutes left. Maybe. You've got to throttle up, you've got to go all in. Warp seven, you whisper, and the truck shudders as another volley of rocks and crusted earth rips away to trace the cars in the right lane. Your flight team. They've come out to support you, to fly you in, but what they can do? You're the ace; they can only watch. But you give a thumbs-up to the woman in the Prius with the new ding in her windshield and mouth the words she needs to hear: I'll be OK. And you might be. Or you might not be. But Dwight T. Doom doesn't give up. Dwight T. Doom is a fighter. I'm coming in, you growl, and there rises a chorus of supportive horns behind you. Clear the damn deck.

Is it possible to Godwin a Darwin thread?

Duesler said the incident happened when the victims were apparently "mudding," where people try to drive vehicles through shallow pools created by heavy rainfall.

Considering the average intelligence of those who enjoy "mudding" in my part of the country, I am surprised more don't meet this fate. Not bad people, just not all that sharp.

"The whole thing was probably less than 48 inches of water clear across the whole pond. If they'd have gotten out, they could have probably walked out. But who knows why they didn't."

I have theory.

I'll bet they were already dead before the truck got stuck. I'll wait until Horatio has a look.

Thud'nBlunder: Is it possible to Godwin a Darwin thread?

You know who also liked to kill famillies with toxic gasses?