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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I'm driving seventy miles an hour down highway I-40 in my subcompact. At this point it's two lanes on either side, with a big concrete barrier dividing. I am in the left lane, the fast lane. The car in the right lane decides to merge straight into me. Me, with noplace to go except into that barrier.
Fortunately, the guy realized his mistake at the last second and did not sandwich me into the concrete.
Curiously, I wasn't scared at all, didn't even honk, as he drifted closer and closer, scrolling through the options on his cell phone.
edt
Oh, oh gawd. All these stories beginning with "so I was driving home stoned and plastered..". As if I didn't have enough to worry about. I'm driving around in north fuckin' carolina, where every other auto is a sport utility, v8 engine, 50-gallon tank, all the better to crush you with, my dear, and NOW I need to worry about...oh gawd.
( , Mon 29 Nov 2004, 6:08, Reply)
I'm driving seventy miles an hour down highway I-40 in my subcompact. At this point it's two lanes on either side, with a big concrete barrier dividing. I am in the left lane, the fast lane. The car in the right lane decides to merge straight into me. Me, with noplace to go except into that barrier.
Fortunately, the guy realized his mistake at the last second and did not sandwich me into the concrete.
Curiously, I wasn't scared at all, didn't even honk, as he drifted closer and closer, scrolling through the options on his cell phone.
edt
Oh, oh gawd. All these stories beginning with "so I was driving home stoned and plastered..". As if I didn't have enough to worry about. I'm driving around in north fuckin' carolina, where every other auto is a sport utility, v8 engine, 50-gallon tank, all the better to crush you with, my dear, and NOW I need to worry about...oh gawd.
( , Mon 29 Nov 2004, 6:08, Reply)
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