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(Some Guy)   Farker Sonikku just totaled his 96 Mustang GT in a rain induced spinout / double flip. Cheer him up with your own accident horror stoies. Link goes to b00biez. Just because.   (www2.victoriassecret.com) divider line 273
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2002-11-08 11:26:48 AM
onrails: 96's were 4.6L. 95 was the last 5.0. factory five sent me their video. i must say that is a sweet ride and not a bad way to spend 9 grand if you have a 5.0
 
2002-11-08 11:27:06 AM
My story involves only one car, and that would be mine. I was driving an 86 Plymouth and I had 3 people with me and we were on our way to a park when I made a wrong turn and ended up down a very rural road in the middle of a forrest. Suddenly my transmition goes out. So I pulled over to the side of the road and suddenly we see smoke. Lots and lots of smoke. Black, billowing smoke.

Now, I had just filled the tank with gas, so I grabbed my youngest sister who was with me, and told my friends to get out and run. We ran to the nearest house which was 15 minutes away and called my mom to have her pick us up. Suddenly we see a car ZOOM down the road and tell us to call 911 cause there's a car on fire up the road.

Well, by the time the firetrucks got there, there was nothing left but the metal frame of my car. That's it. That's all. The black metal frame. Even the tires were gone. In addition to my car, I was nearly responsible for starting a forrest fire because the car had caught the neighboring trees on fire.... in the middle of a burn ban.

And that was the end of my very first car. But at least she went out with a bang.
 
2002-11-08 11:27:56 AM
I was about 19, driving a 1983 Honda Prelude. Upstate New York, dirt road about 11 AM after drinking all night in Lake Placid and Saranac Lake. Going about 60 or so down the road realized that I had to make a gentle left into a driveway. Decided to do a rally turn, cut the wheel and floored it to shoot into the driveway. Overshot the driveway and nailed a blue US Mailbox with the rear of the car. Completey tore off the trunk end of the car right behind the wheels. Mailbox won. About a week later got a visit from a Postal Inspector. Eventually had to pay $600 dollar fine for destruciton of Postal Service property.
 
2002-11-08 11:28:18 AM
Accident involved, not necessarily in the given order, beer, water, boat, and the rocky shore.

Long story short, friend was driving the boat (drunk as fark, since we had been pounding beers all day), friend and I were sitting on each side of the back of the boat. Driver decides to be "cool" and drive full throttle towards th eshore. He wanted to cut the turn close and scare us a little. Needless to say, he ended up scary the drunk out of us, when he didn't quite make the cut he wanted. I was closes to the sore when we hit, so I was sent straight to the shore, rolling about 20 times across a shore littered with rocks and stumps. As I fell out, Isaw a streak of arange fly above me. This streak was th eorange bathing suit my friend was wearing. He landed on his shoulder and rolled then landed on his feet. Luckily, no one got hurt or was killed.
funny thing is, early the driver had said, "how can you get in an accident ona boat..the lake is the worlds largest highway"
 
2002-11-08 11:28:40 AM
19 years old, a few years back. My car ran me over. I had just parked it on a slope (friend's driveway) and it slipped out of park (the emergency brake was shot) while i was walking around it from behind. Got pinned by the rear tire and pushed about 20 feet out into the (thankfully desolate) road. Ground my arse and elbows into the pavement and took a few layers of skin off (ruined my favorite pair of jeans too of course). 3 police cruisers, 2 fire trucks and 2 ambulances showed up. Cops kept asking if i had anything to drink but i was just braindead from working 2nd shift plus overtime. Emergency rooms are NOT COOL in the wee hours...the doctor actually caressed my cheek and said something like "such a poor lovely thing." Lucky for him the morphine drip had already started or i would have bitten his fingers off. My dad showed up and i thought he would kill me but he was feeling bad because he had got me the car because i would be safe IN it.

'85 monte carlo (several tons of american steel) + me (115 lbs of guts and stuff) = me very thankful to be alive and not a darwin awards candidate.

The recovery was just as much "fun." My friends came over to "cheer me up" (laugh at me). My mom's cockatiels used me as a convenient perch/nibble toy because i couldn't move. Having to be bathed and wounds dressed by YOUR MOTHER every 8 hours when you're 19 (or any age) is NOT cool. I did get 2 weeks off work which i spent playing final fantasy 7. I also gained some weight which of course went to my bum but my boyfriend thought it was sexy (thought he was lying of course but turns out he wasn't). I wish i had a scanner so i could post the injury pic.

What pisses me off is that the scar is fading. :P
 
2002-11-08 11:28:46 AM
Did this to my Camaro a while back. Ironically, the Honda Civic I hit was drivable but my car had to be towed. Damn those crumple zones.




 
2002-11-08 11:32:42 AM
Get a car that can do more than drive straight in dry conditions.
 
2002-11-08 11:34:17 AM
Oh, and I also had to drive that car for a year or so after that happened. I still can't quite describe the feeling that gave me. I still miss it.
 
2002-11-08 11:34:51 AM
While doing grandma a favor I went mano a mano in her little Mercedes with a semi-trailer at 60mph on the interstate. The firefighters and cops that responded gave the results high artistic marks.

I got tired of retelling the story it's online (with pics) at:

http://www.hootranch.com/travel/lucky.html

(and yes, grandma is still plenty irked three years later)
 
2002-11-08 11:36:51 AM
A lesson to many. Cut the mullet, buy an import and realize that 'No Fear' items went the way of Oakleys many years ago.
 
2002-11-08 11:53:20 AM
Dang. Sorry to hear about everyone's wrecks.

I've had two wrecks when people pulled out in front of me. I've been rear-ended twice while stopped at red lights. And I've been T-Boned twice.

My worst wreck was the last T-Bone. I was in my new 1985 Toyota Corolla GTS (DOHC, 16-valve - remember this was before today's ricer kiddies were even born) driving through an intersection when I was blind-sided by an old fart in a Chrysler that just turned into me. He couldn't see me coming up, apparently, because of another car stopped to turn across traffic while I came up in the outside lane.

He shoved me into the curb and broke off my right front wheel - but this was lucky for me, else I would have gone straight into a telephone pole just feet from where I ended up. $10,000+ worth of damage to my new car with under 1000 miles on it. Luckiest of all, I was wearing my seatbelt, or I would likely have exited the car through the windshield when I came to a sudden stop.

It's been almost exactly 17 years - this happened November 11, 1985.
 
2002-11-08 11:53:41 AM
Ha! I like Tigger's style. Think I'll copy it.

After a hard and stressful week, I decided happy hour was in order that Friday after work. I was farking shiatfaced very tired and we didn't leave the bar until around midnight. I left my friends' house around 12:30am and quickly realized I was, eh, too tired to be driving. I was only 3 blocks away so I figured I'd head back and stay there for the night.

On the way back, I nodded off for just a second but it was plenty enough. At a 3 way stop, I decided to forge a new path in the 4th direction. It involved jumping a curb, missing a lightpole by literally less than an inch, mowing down a 5" diameter tree and associated flower bed, plowing into the next yard over, and eventually coming to a stop by smacking into a truck in the driveway. I panicked, backed out, and took off. I couldn't get very far though because I had cracked open the steering rack. It was also pretty suspicious-looking that I had no headlights and could just barely see over the crumpled hood. Common sense soon returned and I drove my broke-ass car back to the scene, where by this time there were 20 or so neighbors outside looking at the damage, and 3 police cars too. I had to do the field sobriety test, fail it, and be arrested, all in front of a few dozen pissed off neighbors. I spent the next 15 hours in a hot cramped jail cell and, 6 months later, I'm still very much in debt from the experience.

I can now sincerely preach to others - don't drive drunk tired!
 
2002-11-08 11:53:54 AM
[typical post for farkers]

I was blitzed on alcohol/drugs. I killed someone. Haha. Vote for me!

[/typical post for farkers]

DUI is NOT funny, asshats. Sheesh!
 
2002-11-08 11:56:10 AM
http://news.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/485000/images/_485692_atkinson150.jpg
 
2002-11-08 11:56:11 AM
Pristine, year old, fully loaded Audi TT. Parked in the airport parking lot (Logan in Boston) for half an hour. I come back to the car to find that someone's side-swiped it, leaving a nice dent and no contact details. Same thing happened to my friend. People suck!

Reading all the posts, one thing comes to mind:
When will people learn that cars are dangerous and shouldn't be combined with alcohol/drugs/inexperience/complacency?

Remember this thread whenever you get in your car, and maybe we'll save a few lives.
 
2002-11-08 11:56:40 AM
Worst accident ever huh? it was about 6 years ago, I was 17 and I was working for a Small Chain of Bagle stores. One of my duties was to deliver the Raw Bagle to other stores to be freshly baked. We had to drive these things over in aFord F650 refigerator truck configuration (about the size of a dump truck).

It was a really windy day with the start of snow hitting us in southern MN. After I delivered My last load of Bagles I started the short trip through the country side. As I came out from behind a large bank of trees that were acting as a wind break, when the wind hit the Empty truck it threw me into opposing traffic, I then corrected a bit too much and it sent me skidding into an field enterance that caused me to flip this nearly 26,000 lb. vehicle in an end over end flip, that landed me on the roof of the vehicle. I slid through the ditch for about fifty feet with all of the windows broken out of the cab I ended up getting buried with dirt an my from my Head to my waist (realize I am upside down at this time) until the truck hts something that causes it to flip up in the air onto its wheels At some point the REfrigeration unit was ripped off and tossed about 30 feet from the truck into the near by field. When the truck came to rest I was sitting in the truck in amazement that I was alive--When this 19 year old Stoner came up to the drivers window and looked in on me--he looks direct ly at me and says "dude that was sweet! are you alright"

Other than a stab wound in my leg from the keys and a scrap on my back I was fine. I couldn't get the lap belt unbuckled so I had to squeaz out of it the drivers door wouldny budge and I had to kick out the passengers door. I got out and saw lines of cars in booth directions for as far as I could see-- no one was even moving. I guess everyone likes to see big trucks do acrobatics.
 
2002-11-08 11:57:14 AM
Ahh, memories... what do I have to do to get rid of them?

In Boulder, CO, rear-ending cars is a hobby. I got hit 3 times in two days. All 3 people had not only the same insurance company, but the same AGENT!
 
2002-11-08 12:01:12 PM
Wow, I didn't know Mustangs were capable of reaching speeds that would cause damage in an accident.
 
2002-11-08 12:02:53 PM
I play GTA:Vice City drunk! And really loud! VROCK baby.
 
2002-11-08 12:03:20 PM
Colorado 14, heading east from Steamboat to Ft. Collins...

Heading up the west side of Cameron Pass, having a good ol' time... mid winter, cold temps, but the sky is clear so the sunroof is open, and the roads are pretty good. A little snowpack but no big deal. Enjoying myself as I rip up the road at a good pace. Pass a massive scraper widening the road as I appoach the pass, give him a wave as I go by... get to the pass, and...

... a cross wind was blowing snow onto the road where the sun would melt and refreeze it into black ice. I hit the brakes and become mostly a passenger as I careen off the curve. Manage to go between two sign posts, but end up 15 feet off the ground in the side of a snowdrift. "Damn, what do I do now?" No damage to car; lots o' damage to pride. Between some spring breakers and a jeep driver, we get my car out of the snowdrift, but not before lots o' other vehicles attempt to join me there; at least one driver wet her pants and was shaking like a leaf.
 
2002-11-08 12:04:23 PM
You worked for them and still don't know how to spell Bagel?
 
2002-11-08 12:05:03 PM
One less Mustang = One less asshat tailgating me at 95mph.
 
2002-11-08 12:05:38 PM

11-08-02 12:01:12 PM Flibbertigibbet
Wow, I didn't know Mustangs were capable of reaching speeds that would cause damage in an accident.


Dude! Don't you know my $12k Mustang is the most pimped out bad ass super ricer killer on the road today!? I can punch it to zero to sixty in two seconds! I can corner on rails, I AM KING SHIAT with my ballcap turned on backwards listening to eminem blasting!

/16-yr-old-mullet
 
2002-11-08 12:06:18 PM
Driving home from work in South Denver, coming to North Boulder. Heavy snow the whole time, roads are a mess, accidents everywhere. I make it to within a mile of my place. "Damn, I'm good..." Oops. Hit patch of ice, slide slowly, inexorably to another car. hit his bumper at an angle, and his bumper very neatly, like tin snips, cuts the steel of the car from nose to tail, right down the middle. Impossible to see in the pics for the insurance company. Other car has no damage.
 
2002-11-08 12:07:33 PM
Not my car, but met a guy who just bought a nice shiny new red Mustang GT. We were out on a deserted highway with a bunch of other rather fast sports cars. A few beers can influence judgment. New cars, drinking, insurance, who cares? Well, Mr. Hot Rod wasn't able to control his vehicle in a straight line and powered it into the ditch, where it rapidly deaccelerated. With some work, Mr. Hot Rod was able to get the door to open and exit. If he had been wearing his seat belts, perhaps his knees would have the structural strength to support him. Here comes the ambulance.

New car, hospital trip, and fixed up by the highway patrol with several tickets that could be summed up as "racing under the influence." Not bad in one night.
 
2002-11-08 12:08:28 PM
dont biatch.... 4 friends, 2 weeks since getting license, 5 week span of time, 4 totalled cars/trucks. I was in 3 of the cars and only got hurt once. The one i wasnt in flipped over into a ditch and got on fire.... no one got hurt. True story and its happened within the last 2 months from today
 
2002-11-08 12:08:44 PM
Well look at the positive here. It increased the value of your Mustang and it increased your IQ. Stop driving fast in the rain, Einstein! Thank God you didn't kill a family! I can't stand these idiots that think that they are only risking THEIR lives on the road.
 
2002-11-08 12:09:13 PM
RelaximusPrime
your 2nd story really grossed me out... because, when I was a kid, the "Lag" was slang for "foreskin". Your typo made it horrid.
 
2002-11-08 12:09:14 PM
Was tuning in radio to show my 1 day old lowered big bore 4 blacked out xr3i off to a bus stop and rolled into the bmw in front. Cost: £200 for new bmw bumber. poo.
 
2002-11-08 12:09:18 PM
That is the remains of a 76 Chrysler Newport. 4 doors, damn thing must have been 20 feet long. I was 17, had my license for about 4 months, had the car for about 3 months. It was a sunny Memorial Day in 96. I got off of the freeway at a weird spot in town. I went about two lights and was stopped at a railroad track. I then decided that putting my seat belt on would be a good thing to do. I started to go through the intersection on a green light. Some idiot lady in a 80 Chevy Caprice decided that she wanted to make a left turn right as I was headed through the intersection. Our cars meet, the Chevy hitting me head on (the middle of her bumper), hitting my driver side headlight. I was going about 40mph. She was making that right turn at 35mph (so she said to the cop). Both cars we completely totaled. Thank fully no one was hurt but my insurance ended up paying that hag $50,000. Grr.

I am the proud owner of a 99 Mustang GT. Great car. Slides like hell in the rain.

I took the High Performance driving classes through the SCCA. Great experience. You definitely learn about how to control spin outs. Imagine hitting a patch of gravel on a 60mph turn, spinning your car, and going 40mph backwards in 4th gear. That was really scary.
 
2002-11-08 12:11:44 PM
Going down I-90 near Madison Wi. driving my 88 Dodge Shadow. Asshat guy decides he want to be in the lane I am in and merges over. I decided to hit the brakes so I don't end up kiling him. Well my car decided that it didn't want any part of that and decided to get a little bit out of control. So I end up swerving first left, then right, then left again, and then it decides to do a 540. Well after the 540 I am going down the highway at about 40 backward. I look up and see a modular house truck coming right at me (I never thought that I would be kiled by a house). But somehow the car did a nice quick 90 degree turn off the highway and goes up an inbankment, and comes to a stop. Not a scratch on the car or myself or any other car on the road. (Except for the present in my pants)
 
2002-11-08 12:12:50 PM
How about this:
My Dad was in 'Nam, crewmember on an 8 inch SP howitzer. One dfay they moving the thing around the firebase, within the perimeter no less, and the whole back end collapses through an enemy tunnel. About the whole rear half was completely in the tunnel, and these guns are big SOB's. Well, when the thing fell through, it squashed about 10 gooks working on the tunnel. Some were dead, some were still alive, and some in between. A little M14 fire put the squashed/alive ones out of commission, but it took a few WP grenades to send the rest out of another heretofore undiscovered tunnel hole nearby, burning while they ran.

Now THAT was a helluva wreck!

 
2002-11-08 12:12:55 PM
I once was biking to work (as in on a bicycle) and some asshat woman, maybe 20, pulled out of a driveway right in front of me. I decide I could stop, but what's the fun? BANG! Yeah, I dented her door good. Gave her the finger and kept going.

Now I can also give you my BUCKLE UP DAMMIT! story. When I was like 6, my family had this 1981 green Monte Carlo. The thing was a tank. Anyway, we're just going across the street, from a movie store to McDonald's. I don't want to wear my seatbelt, however, my mom won't go anywhere until I put it on, so I do. Well, we're at a red light, waiting to cross. Light turns green, so we go. Some idiot in a Tercel or something goes flying through the red light, we nail his door. He goes spinning off everywhere, probably totalled his car. The Monte Carlo didn't even need repairs (the license plate was bent), though we did take a couple thousand (cash) from him. And that's my story. SO BUCKLE UP! Because cars aren't tanks anymore. Well, they are tanks, in a way. Tanks of shiat.
 
2002-11-08 12:13:04 PM

I'm a big fan of the mustang, but I go to Wake Forest University. While you may think this makes no sense, you're missing the fact that I neglected to mention that 10% of the males on campus own a mustang. It's pretty ridiculous; no matter where you park on the damn lots, you're within 50 feet of at least three of the damn things.

I'm kinda happy to see one gone. Maybe you shouldn't speed in the rain

 
2002-11-08 12:17:47 PM
I thought the only people who drove mustangs were 40 year old people going through a midlife crisis and 16 year old girls. Hmmm.
 
2002-11-08 12:18:33 PM
Friend loses car in gambling debt. Hands pink slip to winner of poker pot. Offers to buy car back for $500. He says "better get me the money before monday". Doesn't get money before monday, but doesn't worry since car registration hasn't changed yet. gets money tuesday. "Sorry, we used your car for target practice on the range". WTF? Winner was member of Canadian army regiment Govenor General's Horseguards....they used a couple of LAW rockets on the K-car. No exactly an auto accident, but he couldn't get his car back...
 
2002-11-08 12:18:40 PM
Back in high school, my friend/roommate was riding in the back of a car with some others. He was trying to flirt with the girl sitting next to him, and eventually laid his head down in her lap. Well, the girl driving the car wasn't a good driver (hell I think she was only 15 at the time), and ended up running a stop sign and hitting some truck at like 50mph or so. And between the two front seats is one of those console-armrest type things, which my friend's face (specifically, his right eye and cheek) went slamming into at 50mph.

He ended up getting a small metal plate inserted near his eye to support the bone structure, and it's still in there to this day. His eye was blood-red for months, and now when he smiles his right eye squints, which looks really odd.

As for the girl who's lap his head was in...I think he did at least get to go out with her for a couple of months.
 
2002-11-08 12:19:57 PM
Now with voting goodness. Sorry!

Back in high school, my friend/roommate was riding in the back of a car with some others. He was trying to flirt with the girl sitting next to him, and eventually laid his head down in her lap. Well, the girl driving the car wasn't a good driver (hell I think she was only 15 at the time), and ended up running a stop sign and hitting some truck at like 50mph or so. And between the two front seats is one of those console-armrest type things, which my friend's face (specifically, his right eye and cheek) went slamming into at 50mph.

He ended up getting a small metal plate inserted near his eye to support the bone structure, and it's still in there to this day. His eye was blood-red for months, and now when he smiles his right eye squints, which looks really odd.

As for the girl who's lap his head was in...I think he did at least get to go out with her for a couple of months.
 
2002-11-08 12:20:57 PM
Since buying a subaru WRX, everyone and their cousin is challenging me to race. If conditions are right, I take 'em on. If.

So I'm heading home to where I now live up in the mountains; steep road with lots of switchbacks. Guy in a Saab 900 wants to "play." Okay, pal, so I gun it. Relatively soon -- not more than 2 minutes later -- I catch up to Soccer Mom in her white minivan. Okay, playtime is over. Well, not for Saab Boy. He's on my bumper, flashing his lights, etc. BTW, this is all double yellow, with a few spots good enough for a quick pass, but mostly blind curves.

Soccer Mom slows down -- hill is getting steeper. Saab Boy is getting madder.

Road gets momentarily flat; Saab Boy makes his move, gets around me, comes up to Soccer Mom who is now at the peak of a pass on a blind curve about to head down hill, gets over across the double-yellow in the left lane and...

...runs head-on into a Ford sedan coming up the other side. Because of the speeds, cars spark spectacularly and bounce a good 15-20 feet apart. Both totaled. Ford is filled with white fabric -- whatthehell? Oh, airbags. And why is every light on the back of the Saab on?

Drivers get out, start fighting... I call 911... meanwhile, not only are the taillights on in the Saab, so's the fuel pump, merrily spraying fuel all over a hot engine compartment. Air reeks, fills with fog. Fighting stops long enough for Ford driver to scream, "For God's sake, turn it off!" Killing the ignition kills the fuel pump and lights.

Saab boy sees me on the phone with 911, ducks into the back of his car to grab his stash of guns and drugs and dump them into the woods. Ford driver sees and they start fighting again, over an armload of firearms, in a fog of gas fumes...
Soccer Mom bolts.

I decide to walk down the hill to direct traffic. Local guy gets on other side and we shout back and forth getting cars through one-at-a-time.

Casualties: One Ford, One Saab, One ambulance (severe overheat, running up the hill). 3 flatbed towtrucks, state, county, park rangers, firetruck, 2 ambulances respond total. Saab Boy gets free room and board for the night, courtesy of the county. From accident to filling out witness report and questions by cops, I'm there for over 3 hours. Only minor injuries to people in the accident.

...oh, well, there goes an evening of TV watching down the tubes...
 
2002-11-08 12:27:30 PM
Stop buying new and worthless cars. Get out in your garage and build something. Take some time(and some driving courses)Build, have fun with it, drive it. I have never purchaced a new car ever and have had twice the car and the performance of anything the big three has made(with the exception of the GT-40, etc.)for half the price.
 
2002-11-08 12:27:50 PM
My car was stolen this morning. Bad weather in San Diego = crime, I guess. Not as bad as a totalling, but the end result is the same.

car thieves = teh suck
 
2002-11-08 12:30:48 PM
http://mustangracer.7h.com/wreaked%20car.html
That is the remains of a 76 Chrysler Newport. 4 doors, damn thing must have been 20 feet long. I was 17, had my license for about 4 months, had the car for about 3 months. It was a sunny Memorial Day in 96. I got off of the freeway at a weird spot in town. I went about two lights and was stopped at a railroad track. I then decided that putting my seat belt on would be a good thing to do. I started to go through the intersection on a green light. Some idiot lady in a 80 Chevy Caprice decided that she wanted to make a left turn right as I was headed through the intersection. Our cars meet, the Chevy hitting me head on (the middle of her bumper), hitting my driver side headlight. I was going about 40mph. She was making that right turn at 35mph (so she said to the cop). Both cars we completely totaled. Thank fully no one was hurt but my insurance ended up paying that hag $50,000. Grr.

I am the proud owner of a 99 Mustang GT. Great car. Slides like hell in the rain.

I took the High Performance driving classes through the SCCA. Great experience. You definitely learn about how to control spin outs. Imagine hitting a patch of gravel on a 60mph turn, spinning your car, and going 40mph backwards in 4th gear. That was really scary.

Now with voting and the freaking link.
 
2002-11-08 12:33:15 PM
Once I was driving in the North side of Austin Texas in my Dad's rebuilt 1974 Porsche 911 T. Thing was beautiful, and my dad lived for it. Anyway the road I was on had a pretty sharp right curve, and just beyond its apex was a road that intersected it. I don't know what that guy was doing, but right when I got around the apex of the curve, he pulled right into the passenger side of me. I got put into a fishtail spin (porsche engines in the back of the car) and went back first into the side of the rock outcropping that flanked the road on the right side. I wasn't hurt, but the car was totaled. Gotta give my dad credit though. He salvaged what he could, and rebuilt the car good as new.
 
2002-11-08 12:36:14 PM
Not much of a story...

Stop and go traffic on the 401 near the 400 in Toronto. I stop, asshole in the minivan behind me decides not to.

Hits me so hard that my seat flings itself backwards in the tracks, pulling my foot off the brake. So my car is pushed forward into the car in front of me, bounces, hits the minivan behind me again, bounces forward and hits the car in front of me again.

My car is totaled and has a nice impression of the minivans logo in the trunk. Car in front of me gets some nice damage, and the seatbelt I was wearing is the only reason I'm still alive today. If I wasn't convinced about seatbelts before, I certainly am now.
 
2002-11-08 12:36:26 PM
Last year, while in a company car, my co-worker and I were driving the speed limit, talking about our past weekend activities, on a 4 lane street, with 2 lanes in each direction....no median, no turning lane. We live in the Pacific Northwest, so although I can't recall spefically, it was probably raining. Heading in our direction was a cherry red Corvette. For some highly questionable reason, the driver of the Corvette decides to whip a U-turn within feet of us. We slammed on the brakes, but he was just too close. The company car had to be totaled out, which wasn't a big deal...it was old. However, the Corvette, also sustained major damage. Everyone ended up being okay, but the kicker? And I hope this makes you feel a bit better.... The driver of the Corvette was JUST returning from showing it to a guy who was going to buy it later that day. And since the driver of the Corvette had been trying to sell it, he no longer had insurance on it!! So although I'm sure you loved your car, think of this asshat who's Corvette was at a total loss...no money from selling it, no money from the insurance company.
 
2002-11-08 12:39:38 PM
Wow, alot of bashing and negativity here. Why must half of you resort to the ancient redneck quarrel of "Ford sucks" "Dodge sucks" "Imports suck" "I love my cousin"?

I own a 95 Mustang GT, My father owns a Dodge Dakota R/T. I'm 16. We're not all psycho asshats who try to run you off the road, I enjoy cruising in both vehicles, and barely take it over the speed limit.

And one more thing, this man's life was in danger, and you're accusing him of asshattery? Come on, I'm sure he had alot of fun, and is now down 10 grand or so.

So let me ask you arseholes out there, what the hell are your problems? Not enough pie?



Oh yeah, Sonikku, maybe later we can get more details.
 
2002-11-08 12:41:29 PM
About 15 years ago I was checking out a couple of girls walking down te street and did not notice the lady in front of me was slowing down to turn. Yep, I rear ended her.

 
2002-11-08 12:42:30 PM
Are you sure he wasn't just playing grand Theft Auto?
 
2002-11-08 12:43:09 PM
While reading these stories, the infamous Llama Incident came to mind.
(Thanks to the Denizens of Doom archive!)

From: jld[nospam-﹫-backwards]osc­fph*FC*H­P­*COM (Jeff Deeney)
Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1992 15:20:14 GMT

Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Yes, I had a mishap,
but I've been released from the hospital and I'm now at home for a few
weeks. Too bad I can't say the same for my motorcycle. Writing is a
little awkward with some of the bandages, so please excuse any errors.

I've got good news and bad news. The good news is that I finally got the
750 put back together. Ron Miller was over a couple of nights ago and
helped me wrestle the engine back into the frame. Another late night in
the garage had the pipes and carburetors back on. The next morning, I
hooked up the fuel and fired it up. It took a few minutes for the engine
to catch, but it eventually started firing. First on one, two, three, and
finally all four cylinders. The garage and driveway were filled with blue
smoke as the assembly lubrication burned off.

Before I tell you any more, I have a confession to make. Ron knows all
about this and has threatened to make my frugality public, so I may as
well beat him to it. Because I place little value on the street pig, I
didn't want to invest any more than necessary to get her running again.

The only new parts I bought for the top end rebuild were one exhaust valve
and a top end seal kit. I reused the cam chains, the chain wear blocks,
and even the piston rings. Everything was still well within specification
after 37k miles and 11 years and I saw no reason to replace them. If only
I'd known then what I know now. :-(

After about an hour of gentle riding around town, I decided to take her
out in the country for some high speed break-in. There's a nice little
two-lane here that winds around Horsetooth Reservoir above town. After
warming up on several miles of twisties, I turned South at Masonville.
There are some good straight stretches here so I decided to open it up for
a long burst.

Not long after the 85mph speedometer buried the needle, I begin to detect
that something was not right. Within a matter of seconds, a dull ticking
grew to a loud clacking and the entire motorcycle begin to shudder. I
just started to shut down the throttle when one of the rods snapped and
proceeded to ventilate the crankcases. The engine suddenly stopped
turning and locked the rear wheel; which was now thoroughly coated with
oil.

The back end came around on me just before I regained enough composure to
pull the clutch in. Being halfway sideways, the bars violently wrenched
my shoulders and I was almost tossed off as the bike straightened out. By
this time, I would estimate that I was still doing at least 80 miles per
hour. Having focused on getting the bike back under control, I had failed
to notice the sharp corner coming up. When I tried the brakes, I quickly
learned that the engine had hurled oil over all three disks. What I
wouldn't have given for good old drum brakes right about then!

When it became obvious that there was no way I was going to make the
corner with no brakes and oil covered tires, I stood the bike up and tried
to pick a path with the minimum number of hazards. I think that I got
some air as I left the roadway and dropped down the slight bank into a
field. I narrowly missed a fence post and punched through a barbed wire
fence.

If you've ridden along the county road South of Masonville, you've
probably seen the large llama ranch to the East of the County road. Well,
the field that I had rocketed into happened to be occupied by a herd of
very surprised llamas. They scattered as I approached, but I still
managed to clip the hindquarters of a large brown and white male, sending
waves of pain through my left hand and forearm. Having cleared the shaggy
creatures, I found myself headed for a ditch with a berm on the side that
I was approaching. I had the choice of hitting the ditch square, or
trying to lay the bike down. I realized that with my current rate of
speed, even sliding, I would still hit the ditch at high speed, so I opted
to square up as best I could, stand up on the pegs, and prepare for the
impact. It's really amazing how fast the brain processes information in
the adrenelin induced time expansion.

The suspension bottomed with a loud Ker-THUNK at both ends as I hit the
embankment. I pulled back hard on the bars as I crested the mound to
prevent the back end from kicking up into the air. Ideally I would have
used a burst of throttle at this point to maintain the proper attitude.
For a while, I thought that I was going to clear the entire ditch, but
when I landed, the frame smacked into the soft dirt lining the opposite
lip of the ditch. I could hear the pipes crumple and grind beneath me.

The impact tore my hands from the bars and the chin of my helmet smacked
into the tank, scattering stars across the inside of my faceshield. I was
actually quite lucky that my hands were not on the bars at this point.
You see, as irrigation ditches in Colorado often have, this one was lined
with large cottonwood trees. Through some kind of divine intervention, my
trajectory took me squarely between two of them. This would have been OK
if the trees were six inches further apart. Each end of the handlebars
sent up a shower of coarse, dry bark as the bars received a modified cafe
racer bend.

I managed to wrestle control of the mangled handlebars just as I looked up
to see an electric fence approaching. By this time, my speed had been
slowed considerably. I was able to bring the back end around and slide to
a stop within inches of the fence. I sat there for a few moments to take
inventory of all major limbs. I was astounded to discover that other than
some sore muscles, I was pretty much unscathed.

Then I noticed the strong smell of gasoline. I stepped of the bike and put
it on the sidestand. The source of the gasoline was a deep gouge in the
leading edge of the tank, probably from the barbed wire fence. Hearing an
approaching vehicle, I turned to see the llama rancher blazing across the
field on a 4-wheeler. The last thing I remember was walking toward him,
loosening my helmet, and trying to think up an appropriate opening line
like, "I meant to do that! He-He".

I'm told that the fireball created when the sidestand sunk in the soft
dirt and the bike tipped into the electric fence was quite spectacular. I
was very fortunate that the rancher was able to douse my flaming clothing
in short order. Unfortunately, the only thing he had to douse the flames
with was a couple gallons of insecticide. Nevertheless, the doctors tell
me that my chances of leading a normal life are pretty good. The bandages
should be off in time for our dirt riding trip to Canyonlands, but I would
imagine I'll have to stay out of the sun as much as possible.

So here it is, the first of April, spring is here in full force, and I'm
stuck inside until some of these lesions either explode or fall off. Let
this be a lesson, don't scrimp on repairs, or you'll pay, painfully. :-/

-Jeff Deeney- DoD#0498 NCTR '88 XR600(Shamu)
j­ld[nospam-﹫-backwards]a­lc­f­p­h­*fc­*h­p*c­o­m AMA#540813 COHVCO '81 CB750F(In Cinders)
 
DCU
2002-11-08 12:45:53 PM
Did you at least get the INSANE STUNT BONUS?


 
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