prang

An aeroplane crash.

2011, Bill Marsh, Great South Australia Stories, HarperCollins Publishers, Australia, unnumbered page, I remember when a call came through that a crop sprayer had had a plane prang down at Naracoorte, in the south-east of South Australia.

A bombing raid.

An accident involving a motor vehicle, typically minor and without casualties.

The typical prang cost a few hundred dollars in panelbeating charges.

If people drove like that in Australia there would be constant prangs.

Crack cocaine.

To crash an aeroplane.

“We have to wear good socks and boots,” said one pilot with a grin, “—as we often prang in the jungle, and have to walk home.”

To crash; to have an accident while controlling a vehicle.

“Didn′t bump nobody,” I sneer. “That′s because you were careful,” says the wife. “Your forecast doesn′t say you will prang. It merely says ‘exercise care today,’ which you did.”

To damage (the vehicle one is driving) in an accident; to have a minor collision with (another motor vehicle).

Soon after rescuing some silly children from the local caves, the alien prangs his vessel and dies.

On Friday, I picked up our camper van, upgraded to a four sleeper so Elysee and I could each find a neutral corner, which I managed to “prang,” navigating the parking lot, within one hour of signing away my house as security.

A type of tower or spire featured in some Buddhist temples of Cambodia and Thailand.

The prang is surrounded by walls, which are in turn surrounded by smaller prangs and chedis, some of which are rather precariously supported.

The second platform surrounds the base of the prang proper, whose closed entranceways are guarded by four statues of the Hindu god Indra on his three-headed elephant Erawan.