This was written on July 8, 2002:

I was up in Albany NY collecting most of my spares to consolidate my Saab parts collection in Kingston (I drive an '86 SPG- 220,000 miles), and hopped on the NYS thruway to go home. Traffic was backed up and miserable. After a mile or two, I was able to shift into 2nd gear, and suddenly- *nothing*. The motor had quit, and I was forced to coast to the shoulder. The temperature gauge was below halfway, and the gas tank was completely full. There was absolutely no warning- no sputtering or bucking, just smoothly tooling along and then nothing.

I popped the hood, checked the fuel pump fuse, checked the ignition wires, everything ok. Battery cables tight, and the starter motor cranks strong. I savor the irony- a trunkload of spare saab parts and no tools. I call AAA, and they forward me to the NYS thruway authority, who dispatches a tow truck and says it'll be there in half an hour. Oh, well. I get to watch a steady flow of cars creep by me and thank themselves that they're not in my shoes. An hour later, a NYS trooper pulls up behind me. I explain my situation, and he asks for my license and registration and goes back to his cruiser. 15 minutes later, he gives me my papers back, along with a ticket for an expired inspection. I know- that's my fault, but geez- kick a guy while he's down...

An hour and 45 minutes later, the tow truck pulls up. On the flatbed, there is a honda civic with 5 guys in it, so he has to tow me on the "t-bar" behind the truck. I notice that the tow truck driver has to futz around with the hydraulic levers to make the towing apparatus work. At first, the "t-bar" wouldn't fit between the ground and the skid plate (lowered suspension- now I want adjustible ride height more than ever), so we had to push the car up onto the tow bar and quick hop in and slam on the brakes. After securing the car, time to head to mom & dad's place (which happened to be ~6 miles away)

We navigate a U-turn on the Thruway without incident, and get back "home". As the driver prepares to lower my car in the driveway, something goes screwy with the hydraulics, and the tow truck sucks my car forward into the back of the flatbed!!! Corner lights, headlight, etc. are completely smashed in, and the sheet metal on the fender is nicely creased. A family friend (recent Albany Law grad.) runs inside to grab a camera. The tow truck driver calls the shop to explain (by the way, this was not the driver's fault- it was definately an equipment failure), and I walk around snapping photos (I'll post some when I can get them scanned- My digital camera is home in Kingston.)

This morning, while pushing the car around to put it ON a flatbed, my car exacted revenge in blood by slicing the new tow truck driver's finger on a headlight shard. Even though I don't condone violence, I can't blame it.

Oh, well. Enough venting for now. I certainly hope all of you had a better holiday weekend than I did (I won't get into the thumb wound or shabby treatment from a (then) potential girlfriend.)

Not exactly a spectacular story, but an accident none the less...

The fall semester of my freshman year of college, the winter was REALLY mild (I go to school in Buffalo, NY), and my boyfriend came to pick me up on Friday, to take me home for the weekend. It's about 9:30pm, he's been working all day, and he asks me to drive home. No problem. It's pouring rain when we leave campus.
I'm driving down 90, going east, keeping the speed in check because it's not raining anymore, but it's slippery as hell. We come to the Pembroke rest stop, and a car is coming down the ramp to come back onto the Thruway. No problem. He pulls into my lane. Again, seems that there is no problem here. Unfortunatly, there is a car in the lane next to me and the asshat that pulled out in front of me is doing 50 to my 60-65. I slam on the brakes. PROBLEM
We spun 3 times, ending up against the guardrail on the median, facing west. Looking at all the traffic coming at us in the other direction.
There was no damage to the car, less some paint that got scraped off of the passenger door and a small dent over the right rear wheel well. The worst part of the accident, aside from the scariness, was the NYS Trooper (who we waited 20 minutes for) who tried to tell me EXACTLY what happened (since he was there and all.....). Luckily my boyfriend held me back from telling that moron exactly what I though about his idea of what happened....

"rain induced" ? Yeah @#%!@#% right. It's people like you that forget how to #$#@!%$! drive when it @#$@!#% rains. My advice: get a @#%!@#!#@ tricycle or ride the @#%!@#% bus. You're a menace.

If you want to laugh and cry.. visit Wrecked Exotics

There are a lot of farking stupid people here...
"I was so drunk and driving home"
"I had taken LSD and was driving"
"I had a 10,000hp car and stomped the gas"
These assholes dont need extra lessons or high performance school, they need brains.

Well just think asshat... at least it was a Mustang. Just about the cheesiest piece of garbage on the road. I only see about 15 Mustangs every time I turn my head. Get a car that doesn't scream cheeseball. And I don't mean get a Camaro or a Firebird dickweed. It's really a blessing that you wrecked that American POS. Go foreign. Foreign engineering is much better than the American "how much money can we save by making the engine out of plastic?" way of thinking. American cars suck.

You damn people need to chill, I'm enjoying these stories. Were any of you there when his accident happened?? NO!

you don't know what happened, so don't be so quick to judge.

Probably just pissed that you don't even own a Mustang.

I'll have one before long. I already own a sports car, and I can tell you they do slide in the rain. If i don't push the 2nd gear button before taking off, the slightest acceleration will cause the tires to lose traction and put me all over the road.

I think i'm finished.

'bout 1983, on my way home, nice looking chick in the next
car, flirting pretty shamelessly... in my staring I didn't
see the car in front of me, and WHAM! nothing hurt but my
pride, and the old lady's bumper in front of me...

YOU SMASHED A MUSTANG!!??? You MONSTER!!!! How could you? Be more careful driving in the rain next time... you must have been hauling ass to do a double flip. But you still have all your limbs.

*missing her '95 unter-green Mustang GT at this very moment....* Why!!! WHY did they have to sell youuuuu....???

Was driving to work and some 90 year old guy (who was on his way to physical therapy from a previous accident he was in he told me) ran a stop sign and destroyed my car. I decided to get it fixed since I really like it but it was in the shop for a month... was driving it back from the shop and a kid ran a stop sign, hit a van load of Mexican illegal immigrants and they hit me. Was kind of fun to see the police and fire department show up along with an immigration van which promptly carted off the immigrants for a free trip south of the border. Was without the car for another 2 weeks after that. Just got it back yesterday after a lady pulled out of a school parking lot and was too busy telling someone in front of the school goodbye to notice I was in the same place her van was trying to be.

Wear your seatbelts, kids.

What do a mustang and a tampon have in common?


Every pussy has one.

Don't blame it on the rain, kid. Milli vanilli told you to blame it on the rain, but if you blame it on the rain, tell me, what can be gained?

Clearly, your moose is satan.

Strong Bad

Wait a month or two longer for an 03' EVOLUTION VIII !!!!

TherajwithSubtitles

Guess what?

I got my hunter green 95 Mustang GT just this summer.

Coincedence?

I got hit by an 85 year old man attempting to change lanes while on a highway intake road....i went over a concrete median at about 100km/h (55mph), went airborne and luckily landed in between cars in the oncoming traffic...the witnesses said I got at least 5 or 6 feet of air. My drive axle snapped in the process, so when i landed i proceeded to swerve and go over the same median again and go airborne one more time....skidded to a stop about 2 feet from a large concrete post...my poor Jetta was never the same. And neither was I....ban elderly drivers! They are a menace!

A friend of mine in high-school (probably 17 years old) was driving his Dad's Jaguar XJ12 (or whatever the 12 cylinder model is) to school. Yeah I went to private school. Hit a small puddle of water that immediately sent him into a spin, then he hit the curb and a telephone pole wich started him spinnning end over end at which point he hit a station wagon full of kids knocking them over a fence. Nobody was seriously hurt, Thank God.

a) I wouldn't touch an import car with a 12ft pole
b) Yes, im sure your average Mustang has a lot to fear from a Honda with a $100 body kit and 100lb spolier glued to the back.
c) I'm 22 and have been driving since 14
d) Accident details are as follows:
1) First rain in over 100 days
2) Coming downhill on a country road, (anyone who knows the area, gwange(sp?) rd. off of Petaluma Hill Rd in Sonoma county) doing 30 -35mph
3) Rear tires lost traction, hit curb
4) boom bang bang

So too all the asshats who figured i'm some punk 16 year old who was racing in the middle of a thunderstorm, blow me.
To everyone else: I'm thankfull to be alive, and only came away with an farked up wrist. There was a nice 30 - 40 ft fall a few feet from where my car came to rest.

I have 2 quick ones....I was 17...driving down a curvy gravel road and my girlfriend at the time was going down on me....drove off the road and hit a tree....she hit hear head on the break peddle, but we weren't hut too bad....kinda embarrassing....thats about it...#2 I was riding with a friend into town...she JUST got her license and I thought it would be funny to try n scare her by climbing out of the car and sitting on the window...well she tried to scare me by starting to swerve around....well...she got out of control...going really fast...we went off the road and rolled down a steep hill about 6 times....car crushed her legs and my head...her legs are now falling apart and i am reading fark all day...

I had taken a coworker who was new to the area on a sightseeing tour. I felt a little sorry for her as she had no friends around and was a single mom. We were on our way home and I was driving; she was in the passenger seat, and my kid and hers were in the back. She begins to tell me little bit more about herself, and it starts getting Twilight Zone.

She tells me that some mean people had locked her up in a mental hospital for a bit, since she believed that she was the Virgin Mary and her kid was Jesus. Now, learning that you are driving Virgin Mary AND baby Jesus on a sightseeing tour can be a bit distracting. When I can finally tear my eyes away from her and look at the road I see the rear end of a stopped minivan in fornt of me. I slammed on the brakes but it was too late. I barely hurt their bumper, which they had a fit over since the trailer hitch was new. My car, on the other hand, was a mess.

When the cop came and asked me what happened I just didn't know how to tell him the truth without sounding like a fruitcake. He told me not to worry, if the insurance company paid to fix the van the owners would not show up in court and the ticket I was getting would be dropped. We then had to have my son and baby Jesus checked out at the E.R. The owner of the van, which had been repaired at my expense, actually showed up for the court appearance, and I got hosed on the ticket.

Moral of the story? Dumb things happen to me.

What the hell, I will throw mine out there. I had just gotten a 1987 Ford Ranger, to replace the 76 F150 I had just been told would not pass inspection due to emission problems. It was kinda cool my father had picked me up from work and tossed me a set of keys, and said “Here you go, it is yours you might as well drive it home.” I liked the little truck I guess, it had features like power steering and power brakes that my 150 had never dreamed of. So anyway I take my "new" truck out to show off to some friends that night, and we wind up going to a desert bonfire (read drinkfest). On the way out we take dirt roads and I decide it would be fun to fishtail it a bit. It was, I had two people in the bed on the way out they got a hell of a ride. We get to site, party, drink, and bout midnight it is all done and I leave with a friend riding shotgun. It was such fun fishtailing on the way out sober, I decide to do it on the way back. I get it going pretty good, then a little too good the truck started getting sideways and I got a little scared. So with my liquid intelligence, I decide that the truck cannot fishtail if it is stopped, right? So I put on the brakes. Rear tires lock, we spin, impact the berm on the side of the road, and start flipping, maybe 2-3 times. Come to a rest all windows are shattered, my forehead is on the wheel and the roof is on the back of my head, I crawl out with my buddy thru the back window. Bruised from knee to hip from the steering wheel, buddy is a bit bloody from all the glass, but nothin major. I had beer in the bed (no buddy’s thank god) that was scattered everywhere and while cleaning it up I found my jack, thirty yards away. It was behind the seat, never found the handle. My father was really pleased to get that call at 1am (Was supposed to be home by midnight). Told them I swerved to miss a dog. They do not know the true story yet but they give me shiat about the sorry “Dog Savior” bit at gatherings. In less then 12 hours I wrecked my “new” truck. That is my story and I am sticking to it.

Sounds like one of those infamous stories told to guys working in mountain bike shops after someone pulls a boner and farks up their wheels:

"I was just riding along and all of a sudden..."

Swampgas: What did she look like? Did you want to bone her?

Good thing it's a shiatty car.
I own a Ford Mustang = I really wish I could afford something more like this...

I'd hit it.

Bartacus
While reading these stories, the infamous Llama Incident came to mind.
(Thanks to the Denizens of Doom archive!)

From: jldhpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Jeff Deeney)
Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1992 15:20:14 GMT , etc.

Oh. My. God.

I *have* to make sure this isn't an April Fool's joke... but since I know Ron and Laurie Miller, that shouldn't be a problem.

lol shakedown. thats funny cuz i have a 95 civic ex and mine got stolen about a month ago but they recovered it in a couple weeks.

to the Mustang-haters: what do you drive a camaro? big chevy fans? i'm sorry. the mustang i had fed mainly on camaros and every once in a while a corvette. oh wait a sec. where are the camaros now? rofl

A friend of mine just smashed his Lexus LS400. That's gotta suck.

The new Z rocks just so you all know. Hell of a drive 280hp is fun fun fun. Stock I think it smokes mustangs, cameros and a number of other beasts

The Audi TT 225 Quattro is the only car I know that can cruise at 160mph in the rain and execute evasive maneuvers. In addition the stock model does zed to 100km in 5.9 seconds.

Something to think about when your rear-wheel drive 400 bhp monster is in a rain slick spin.

it's not all about driving in dry, straight lines kids!

This happened in 1968. I was 27 years old and had just bought my first brand new car ever. It was a 1968 Z28 Camaro. It had 1500 miles on it when I was on the open highway about 6 A.M. and a car pulled out right in front of me off of a side street. I T-boned a big old oldsmobile and put my radiator through my engine. Would you believe that the lady that was driving the olds was stupid enough to tell the Highway patrolman that she saw me but though I had passed her so thats why she pulled out. She lost her license for a year and they repaired my car instead of totaling it, but it never drove the same. The only good thing was that I fortunatley hit the drivers side door, there was a child asleep in the back seat that had her head up against the back door on the drivers side of the car.If I had hit that back door she would have been killed.

Totalled my Dodge Shadow (yeah I know, not that much of a loss) in '95. Icy road, hit a tree. It still ran, but the right half of the car was pretty much gone. So I still drove it to work and whatnot, but it looked like crap. Well I'm driving down the road to work one day, when I hear somebody yelling. I look over into the other lane and some dude is saying "How much do you want for it??" So I pull over and we exchange numbers and it turns out this dude runs a body shop and fixes up damaged cars and sells them. He offers to trade me one of his fixed up ones for mine. So I call him up and go down there and he trades me a Le Baron convertible (!) for my piece of junk. So it all worked out!

One day after school of my sophmore year, a buddy of mine and I decided to take a beer from his parents house and go for a ride up the beach in my '81 Olds Cutlass Supreme(overcast day with a slight drizzle).

While waiting for a stop light, I cranked the radio (listening to Boston) and was putting on an award winning air guitar show. I looked up and saw the light was green so I began accelerating.

I then went back to jamming on my air guitar with my eyes closed again. Right before my performance was to end, I hear my buddy yell "OH SHIAT!". I quickly looked up, slammed on the breaks and slid perfectly into the high bumper of a full sized truck in front of me.

After dumping Armour All all over the dashboard to cover up the beer that flew all over the car, we got out to view the damage. As we were surveying the damage, my buddy bent over and picked something off the road. He then replaced my hood ornament onto the smashed up fiberglass where it used to be mounted.

Masticus

If your ever in the Wichita area look me up. I'll show you a full size mid 60's Buick that seats 6 with comfort, has a net 400hp, gets 23 miles to the gallon at 115, can run sustained at 160 in the rain and handles like a sports car to boot. Cost to build less than ten grand. Look on most high end cars when I blow them away(audi, lexus, etc.) is priceless. Guess it kind of helps that I own a custom car shop, why buy it when you can build it. Believe it or not no real name brand loyalty other the to the Buicks

Ooo. I bet you were stewed about that, Fla_Chickie.

Rdr
1997. I have my family in North Olmsted, Ohio

I grew up there and know exactly of where you speak. I spun an Escort on I-480 coming out from under a bridge during one of those storms. A perfect 360, hit nothing, and went on in the same lane I started in.

Shoreway was closed because of all the fish (!) blown up on it during that one...

Swampgas: Sorry, though you were a guy. Sounds like a guy thing to do.

Mine wasn't so much a wreck as a series of unfortunate driving mishaps:
I was something of a late bloomer and didn't get my license until I was 23. My first car was an '84 Nissan-Datsun with rear-wheel drive. I had my license for about 7 months when I got to drive in my first snowstorm. Hoo boy. My boss made us stay until 1 PM, working on the assumption that since it had been snowing for a few hours, that the main highway would have been plowed.
This turned out to be false. Added to this, the snow was coming down so hard that I cleared a pile of snow off my windshield , got in my car, and by the time I got out of the parking lot, had to clear the snow off again.
As soon as I got onto the highway, I realized that I had made a terrible mistake. I couldn't see anything, so I figured that it was safer to keep inching ahead than to try to turn around and go back to the office. I made it about a block before I went over a sidewalk, into a parking lot and got stuck in about 2 feet of snow.
I didn't have a cell at the time, so I walked to a nearby Wendy's to use the pay phone. I called my office and 3 different people came out to try to find me and couldn't. I ended up walking back to my car, where an angry plow guy told me that the parking lot was private property and I couldn't park there. He was kind enough to help dig me out.
I did pretty well for a little while and then spun around and crashed into a hill. Only, there was so much snow, and I was going so slowly, that no damage was done expect to be stuck. A nice UPS driver helped me to get unstuck and back on my way again.
So again, I was crawling along, having a really hard time. Someone got out their car, tapped on my window, and told me that I had a flat tire. Crap. There was no where to pull off to, because all of the parking lots had several feet of snow in them.
I probably got about a mile down the road, when someone else knocked on my window and told me "Your tires are flat." I started to tell her that I knew and then it registered- "Tires? More than one?"
Both of my rear tires- in a rwd vehicle- were shredded.
I finally pulled into a plowed McDonalds parking lot and my roommate came to pick me up, pointing and laughing the whole way. Bastard. All in all, it took me 7 hours to make what should have been a 15 minute drive. Luckily the snow must have cushioned my rims, because they weren't damaged from having been driven on.

Hey Swampgas
No boning the BVM...What's a BVM?

d00d, you won't believe this one.
aight, one time, i went to NTB to get new tires for my rice burner errr Nissan. I got back to my parentserrr my house and was Armor-allin my tirez, and man, they were lookin sweeeeeet. I decided to get them black all over jet fockin black so i did the whole tire. they looked cool hella sweet. so, anyway, i go out for a drive in the rain, aight, and i got the trac off, cause i know how to drive, ya know, so i'm goin around a right turn and the car spins out. don't ask me how, but i hit the right side on a tree. d00d, ya think it coulda been the armor all that caused the accident??
i'm goin to NTB to get some ching-ching outta them

/heh

Bartacus
While reading these stories, the infamous Llama Incident came to mind.
(Thanks to the Denizens of Doom archive!)

From: jldhpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Jeff Deeney)
Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1992 15:20:14 GMT, etc.

Oh. My. God.

I *have* to make sure this isn't an April Fool's joke... but since I know Ron and Laurie Miller, that shouldn't be a problem.

April fools joke. The only true part according to Laurie is that Ron did help Jeff put the bike together. Too bad; very creative story!

Last I remember was driving down a suburban street at about 35mph on an old Honda SS350 Motorcycle. Accident reconstruction showed that they asshat driving the white Ford Econoline van "didn't see" me when he pulled across the intersection.

About 2' of skid mark (ont he road, not in my shorts) showed that I at least tried to stop. The impact split all my knuckles, broke my glasses and drive a lens into my forehead. Broken rib pushed into my heart and one collapsed vertebra.

I don't remember the ride to the hospital or the emergency room, but my buddy tells me that at one point I rolled off the gurney and tried to walk out of the hospital, covered in blood, looking like something from Halloween.

oh man, this happened to my cousin (not really an accident) w00t!:
k, he is was the junior tech errr SVT specialist @ Northside Ford in TX. So, a broad brings in her brand new Mustang Cobra with handmade engine, and says it has gas mileage probs. HELLO??? ITS A BRAND FOCKIN NEW ENGINE!!! so, my cuz, being the specialist, puts it on the diog machine and guess what???? nothin comes up. so he decides to take it for a little test drive, nothing out of the ordinary. he goes out onto the interstate errr an abandoned airstrip, and hes jus' toolin along, you know about 140 AT LEAST, like usual, but this time, he posts on Mustang Works, and gets flamed. i mean COME ON, any of you would have done the same thing!!! next thing you know, the dumb broad reads the thread, and hes outta a job!!

unkool

/heheh

i guess it runs in the family

I was involved in a wreck when some asshole hit my explorer from the side, rolled on hood and back over on tires. Ended up 150 feet from light. Have a lawsuit going now but I had to pay over 30,000 in bills out of my own pocket. LOVE INSURANCE!

This happened winter of last year.

My friend was giving me a ride to work(It's generally not good to drive a 425hp 1969 Mustang Mach 1 in snow) in his little beat up Ford Tempo. Anyhow, we're going down this long straight road near my house. He slows down to turn left, and as he is turning a Ford Bronco slides into the rear passenger side. This sends us spinning. We cross to the other side of the road, and my side gets T-boned by a big boat of a Cadillac. We spin 2.5 more times, and the rear of the driver side hits a telephone pole. I escaped that with some bruising on my liver and spleen, whiplash, a dislocated shoulder, concussion and some pulled tendons in my neck. My friend, however, got a broken leg, concussion and a shiatload of stitches from the windshield.