I've always maintained that I'm going to meet a sticky end during one of my runs. I feel that giant hellhounds, crazy taxi-drivers and grannies with a chip on their shoulders have got it in for me.

Honestly I've gotten paranoid about taking a jog through my leafy suburb - the pine trees, thatch-roofed houses and old age homes are merely a facade to lure the unwary to their doom.

Still, I don't think the most jaded paranoid android could have foreseen this one from Toyota: