Heading to my then-boyfriends house one night, we took this back road as a short cut. It was dark- I don't remember being able to see the moon at all, and very few other cars were on this road, so all we really had were our headlights as far as sources of light. I was talking to him, and turned my head back look down the road when I saw this old man crossing, wearing a plaid shirt and moving rather quickly. I remember the plaid vividly, and he seemed to really stand out in the dark. Before I had time to react properly, my boyfriend drove through the man. I watched him pass through the hood, the dashboard, down the middle of the car and vanish. It was like time had suddenly slowed down then caught back up with itself. Boyfriend saw nothing, but I insisted we never take that road again after.