this morning i was hammering down westall rd in the old lj torana when i ran a amber/red light it was a wet road (5:30 AM) and a commondore pulled out in front of me....i jumped on the brakes and it speared me to the right! at one point i looked out the left hand side of the car and all i could see was a BIG ASS power pole and i thought this is gunna hurt,but i did over a 180 and hit nothing!!!
i sat in the side shaking smoking a cig i rang work and said i'm not comming!!!!!!!!!
tell me ya horror storys!
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Did you drop your egg and bacon McMuffin, cheezel?
That's fucked. Of the few times i've lost control in a car that moment when you realise you're pretty much fucked and sooner or later you're going to have to either come to a stop or something else will make you come to a stop time seems to slow down to nothing and in my mind i can always hear Strauss' Blue Danube Waltz. It's fucking strange.
I was in the passenger seat of a car that hit a metal light pole head on at 120kms. My seat belt broke and my head went through the windscreen. Luckily we hit the pole, the pole gave way and the impact wasnt quite as severe as if we had of hit the tree about 3 meters to the left. That tree was going nowhere.
FUCK
i had no control of the car whats ever!
tsk tsk tsk. wet roads and running ''amber/red''
after a puncture, there was a few weeks when my car had a wonky mix of used, brand new and a dirty antique tire that's been in the boot forever. when the road gets wet without any hints the car would spin. once braking in a straight line, the car snapped away from me and i did a full 360. fucked. went and brought all new tyres after that one.
I was in the back seat of a car out in the suburbs somewhere which 180'd a big old slow one after exiting a roundabout and my window/door was rotating around lining up a nice cement power pole. Thankfully the tires hit a small embankment before the pole, burst and I was able to look out at a solid rock sacred ground power pole that would have caved skulls. Just a meter away from my door it was it was.
fuck. glad to hear your alright cheese whizz. dont touch me.
i've totalled two cars (both ex-boyfriends) and lived to tell the tale. rolled one on a dirt country road and ended up with concussion and spent the night in hospital. the other i got hit driving into oncoming traffic on lygon street one wet night and spun 360 degrees - only suffered shock. the worse thing was having to tell the ex's that i'd wrecked their cars.
after seeing the Divinyls in Frankston we took off back to Black Rock in pissing down rain on the Franga freeway. We got as far as the walkway overpass doing approx 120kms when the chick driving lost control in my mates V8. The car hit the medium strip and i distinctly remember tea tree disappearing under the car as we flipped onto the roof and slid upside down into oncoming traffic for approx 100 mtrs. How no one was killed baffles me, three of the five went to hospital but nothing to serious.
i was heading home from a weed purchase in lindfield when i was 19 or so in my first car, a weather-beaten yellow beetle, when i pulled my best accidental driving manoeuvre ever. coming down the hill of a narrow, car-lined street towards the highway, my rear right tyre blew. i braked and turned to the right, the car pulling a 360 missing cars on both sides of the street by what must have been millimetres.
the nrma dude who came was a vw enthusiast and brought a replacement tyre over for twenty bucks. all in all an awesome result.
that kind of skid i've never been used to. i used to be more of a land-speed-record kinda driver. i made it from marion st, leichhardt to penrith plaza on a friday afternoon at the start of peak hour in 34 minutes in a 86 nissan pulsar, occasionally using the break down lane of the m4 as an overtaking mechanism. no near misses or anything. one of the two other occupants of the car never stepped inside a car i was behind the wheel of ever again. at the end of the journey, i was a shaking, twicthing, panting, adrenaline-soaked lunatic - enough to have the security guard of the bank i was trying to cash a cheque at close the door on me.
Yeah, that sounds like you.