A Volcano ate my car.

Mount Hood is a volcano, and for the second year in a row, I got into a fender bender in Government Camp on Mt. Hood. Two cars were waiting ahead of me at a stop. On a hill. On ice. The lead car goes, the middle car moves up, and so do I. The middle car stops. I put on the break, but I keep moving. I stand on the break. All wheel drive, anti-lock breaks. I keep sliding forward. I lean on the horn. The car ahead doesn't move. BAM!
His Audi: One taillight rattling loose, trim pushed into trunk, black bumper all scratched up.
My Toyota: License plate bent.
Punch line: other driver's name was Elvis.