They had to get there on their own, but how? They would have to climb the tire, then over from the axel up the wheel well and over to get on top of the frame. Crazy! I thought to myself should I just smash them against the pavement like I normally do to snails? I decided I'd see if they could handle a freeway speed ride to my Mom's house where I'd take a shower from the table tennis beating I took from Bruce.
After riding the 2 minutes to the freeway, I noticed that the snail that was at the top of my windshield had veered to his right and was coming down my driver's side window. He didn't even look like he was struggling to hold on due to the wind generated from the speed of the car.
Crazy! Once I got to I-215 and went under the 2200 North overpass the sun had finally hit my car for the first time in the day. Within just a second, I heard some rattling on my roof where I expected it to be the snail that was on my roof. I looked over and saw the snail on my window start to go into his shell, and lose most of the contact he was making with the window and he was sliding. He fell off just a few seconds later.
The distance they traveled in those 12 minutes was 15 miles. So let's put those numbers into perspective:
Snail height: 2 inches
My height: 6 feet
So that means it takes 36 snails to match my height if they stood up on each other's shoulders.
1 mile for me is 880 body lengths. The snail has 36 body lengths to match me, which means that if I were the size of a snail, one mile would seem like 31,680 miles.
Then consider the speed covered in that time:
475,200/12 minutes = 39,600 miles per minute = 2,376,000 miles per hour. That's Mach 3,096!
So let's get this straight, those snails held on to my car at over 2.3 million miles per hour, for 12 minutes going a distance equivalent to the moon and back? All while holding their house on their backs.
That's actually pretty scary how strong they are. All the more reason to crunch them and ensure they don't take over the earth.