An impact attenuator, also known as a crash cushion, crash attenuator, or cowboy cushions, is a device intended to reduce the damage to structures, vehicles, and motorists resulting from a motor vehicle collision. Impact attenuators are designed to absorb the colliding vehicle's kinetic energy. They may also be designed to redirect the vehicle away from the hazard or away from roadway machinery and workers. Impact attenuators are usually placed in front of fixed structures near freeways, such as gore points, Jersey barrier introductions, or overpass supports and temporary versions can be used for road construction projects.
Truck-mounted versions, similar in some ways to railcar buffers, can be deployed on vehicles that are prone to being struck from behind, such as snow plows and road construction or maintenance vehicles. Work zone regulations often specify a minimum buffer distance between the attenuator truck and the work area, and a minimum mass for the truck, to minimize the chances that the truck will be pushed forward by a crash into the workers or machinery. This is especially important in mobile work zones, where the truck's parking brake may not be engaged, or the truck may be in movement (albeit slower than the vehicles that could crash into it).
I asked her to sing in her
Fish-roar voice with her lions-mane hair
But she said NO
Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west
I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning up
And there's dead-skin in my bed
Under a bomber's moon she pouts, she frowns
Exudes a dead-leaf smell and drags me down
I refleshed her bones and I built a house of skin
I knocked upon her dog-woman head and let some humour in
Under a bomber's moon she pouts, she frowns
Exudes a dead-leaf smell and drags me down, and my level up
Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west
I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning, burning, burning, burning
And there's dead-skin in my bed
I asked her to sing in her
Fish-roar voice with her lions-mane hair
But she said
But she said no
Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west
I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning, burning, burning, burning
And there's dead-skin in my bed, in my bed