Near Death Experiences
Last time I crashed my bike, as I flew through the air towards the car in front of me not much went through my head apart from "You idiot". No tunnels, no lights to stay away from, no smiling family members beckoning to me.
Surely you've had a better near-death experience?
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 11:35)
Last time I crashed my bike, as I flew through the air towards the car in front of me not much went through my head apart from "You idiot". No tunnels, no lights to stay away from, no smiling family members beckoning to me.
Surely you've had a better near-death experience?
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 11:35)
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Driving blind...
So there we were. Three of us good mates in the car after a rollicking good night out, mashed up on some lovely, smooth-as-Samantha-Janus's-bumhole weed. Mark was driving, I was in the passanger seat and Gary is in the back.
"I know", shouts Gary as we get onto a long, straight road with crossroads every 200 yards, "try driving with your eyes covered!" and proceeds to cover Mark's eyes with his hands. Mark gets into the spirit of things by speeding up to about 60mph. "Yay!", we thought, "what japing good fun!"
After about 1 mile of this and much laughter from all three, Mark, for no discernible reason, starts to freak out and slams on the brakes, bringing the car to a standstill just as a Renault 5 cruises along from the right through the crossroad we had just reached. Had we not stopped we would have hit that car full broadside at 60mph.
Sobered us up, I can tell you.
AFL and all that.
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 17:10, Reply)
So there we were. Three of us good mates in the car after a rollicking good night out, mashed up on some lovely, smooth-as-Samantha-Janus's-bumhole weed. Mark was driving, I was in the passanger seat and Gary is in the back.
"I know", shouts Gary as we get onto a long, straight road with crossroads every 200 yards, "try driving with your eyes covered!" and proceeds to cover Mark's eyes with his hands. Mark gets into the spirit of things by speeding up to about 60mph. "Yay!", we thought, "what japing good fun!"
After about 1 mile of this and much laughter from all three, Mark, for no discernible reason, starts to freak out and slams on the brakes, bringing the car to a standstill just as a Renault 5 cruises along from the right through the crossroad we had just reached. Had we not stopped we would have hit that car full broadside at 60mph.
Sobered us up, I can tell you.
AFL and all that.
( , Thu 25 Nov 2004, 17:10, Reply)
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