Yup.
My boyfriend was driving along a National Speed Limit road bordering woods (and a big drop) at night and some teenagers on the top desk of the bus travelling in the opposite direction threw a kilner jar full of bolts out of the window directly at the windscreen for shits and giggles.
The windscreen shattered, he veered off the road and as there wasn't any power assisted steering in his vehicle, the only reason we didn't end up upside down/embedded in a tree trunk or three/slowly drowning in a muddy ditch was through his sheer strength in hauling the wheel back and stopping just before we went over the side.
The reason we knew it was a jar was that once we realised we weren't actually going to die after all, he found the remains of it and the bolts all over the front seat and footwell where it had gone straight through and bounced off his chest (he had a large bruise just below where his collarbone met his shoulder).
Police were no help at all, they said 'Oh, yeah, we've had a few reports tonight, thanks'.
I hadn't consciously screamed, but I sort of heard something which turned out to be me, as he did whilst dragging the wheel round.