Posted by whatisinthebox at 170.35.240.206 on June 12, 2003 at 13:41:15:
In Reply to: this calls for a poll - worst/ first/ last car posted by chedderfish on June 12, 2003 at 12:18:43:
: crash - from below post this was yesterday- no one really hurt that i know of - I had a seatbelt on so i am sore now.
glad to hear!
My first wreck was 10 days after I got my license. I took a friend home from a highschool football game. I left his house and tried to go a different way, getting lost in the process. I came up to this stop sign and realized it was a blind curve. I couldn't see either way. I saw no headlights so I pulled out...right into the path of an oncomming car. She slammed into the front fender of my 1986 crx and completely sperated the cabin of the car from the front of it. I get out, start yelling and screaming and cursing. I run over to check to see if she is okay. She is complaining of neck pain. My car was completely split in two. Her car had to be a 1970 model buick or something. It was huge and apparently made of adamatium. It had a dent the size of the football in the front of it.
My worst wreck, however, capped off what was the worst week in my life. I go to the beach with my girlfriend and her parents. Had a blast. We come home. I get a call that night. It was my girlfriend saying her dad had died. We had really bonded on that trip and it just messed with me because I had seen him only 3 hours prior to that and he was fine. Then, two days later after the funeral I go home and go to bed. I get a call at around 6 in the morning from my girlfriend saying my best friend Ed had been killed in a car accident. He was drunk blah blah blah, but still, for a 19 year old, this was alot to deal with. So in my panic I throw some clothes on and run to the car to head to my friends house. In my hurry to get out of the driveway I back into and down the side of my mom's brand new car. At this point, I had had it. I put my car into the shop two days later. That night, mom allows me to drive her car (which is dented and scratched from my stupid actions, but still drivable) to the funeral. I am on my way to the funeral and this lady pulls out in front of me. I had no time to react, I t-boned her hard core like. The airbag exploded and ripped the skin off of the side of my face. I continued my forward progression out the windshield (no, i was not wearing a seat belt) and am ejected from the car. I lay in the road thinking I am dead only to realize that other than no skin on the left side of my face and a broken arm, and blood everywhere I was relativley fine. Physically, anyway. So I get in the ambulance, get fixed up and catch a ride with my father to the funeral home. On top of the already somber mood, someone had heard that I was killed in the car crash on the way to Ed's funeral.
That was the worst week of my life. blah.
j