Car Crashes into Tree in Attard: Driver Unharmed
Car Meets Tree: A Shocking Scene in Attard
Picture this: a quiet Sunday morning in Attard, the scent of fresh bread wafting from the bakery on Triq San Girgor, the distant hum of a lawnmower breaking the silence. Suddenly, the peace is shattered by the screech of tires and a sickening crunch. A car has just met its match with a sturdy, century-old tree.
The driver, a middle-aged man from nearby Birkirkara, was lucky to escape with minor injuries. His car, however, wasn’t as fortunate. It now rests at an awkward angle, its hood crumpled around the tree trunk like a metal embrace.
What Happened?
The driver, who wished to remain anonymous, recounted the incident to Hot Malta. “I was driving down Triq San Girgor, you know, the straight stretch near the church. I must have dozed off for a second. Next thing I know, my car’s hugging a tree!” He chuckled nervously, shaking his head at the memory.
The police, who arrived swiftly at the scene, confirmed that the driver had fallen asleep at the wheel. They reminded the public of the dangers of driving while tired, urging everyone to prioritize rest and safety.
Attard’s Green Legacy
Attard, known for its lush greenery and historic buildings, is home to some of Malta’s oldest and most magnificent trees. The one that stopped the car in its tracks is a giant fig tree, estimated to be over 100 years old. Locals affectionately call it ‘Il-Bidni’, the fig tree, and it’s a beloved landmark.
News of the incident spread quickly among Attard’s residents. Many expressed relief that no one was seriously hurt, but also concern for their green neighbor. “Il-Bidni’s been here since before I was born,” said Maria, a long-time resident. “It’s more than just a tree. It’s part of our history, our community.”
Fortunately, despite the car’s enthusiastic embrace, Il-Bidni appears to have weathered the storm. Its roots run deep, and its leaves rustle with the same steady rhythm they always have.
As for the car, it was towed away, leaving behind a patch of churned earth and a few scattered leaves. But the tree stands tall, a silent sentinel watching over Attard, ready to greet the next day with its usual dignity.
