Dead car, very dead

When you venture out into the Arizona countryside, you'll find every manner of abandoned item, from former towns ... or gas stations ... to the all-American icon, the sedan. We found this particular case north of the Verde; it had all the earmarks of theft for the mindless purpose of joyride.
And the equally mindless pleasure of destruction.

Note the bags of dog food that never reached the car owner's dog. Note all those pieces of glass. Safety glass, at that.

It appears that every last window plus the windshield was totalled. We were not in forensic mode, because time was short, so I can't comment further about weapons used to break the glass.

Except that evidence for one weapon is notably missing: not a single bullet hole. Not your usual Arizona back-country heap, which almost always serves as a target for every gunsel who happens to be in the neighborhood.

Linkage: Regular visitors know that I am an admirer of chain-saw sculptury and here's an fine example of the art, from the lady who posts a daily picture from Albuquerque. In this case, the subject is a lion. That is to say, an African lion, with a beautiful mane.