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Post by drystyx on Jun 5, 2024 1:59:07 GMT
1. The first one is one where the car was still. Had a flat, and my friend was driving, and he began putting the car up with a scissors jack and it got stuck, and he, two other buddies, and two mean women said I needed to get under and check, and then one of them pushed the car off the jack and it fell on my head. The girls laughed b19ecause they thought I was dead (this was Louisville in 1975, center of the Satan sash), but I managed to get the car off my head and one of them agreed to finish changing the tire and drive me to the hospital. He was pretty impressed that I survived. Those were wild days in the trailer park by the Twilight Drive In.
2. Still in my wild days. About 1979. I was back from serving in the Air Force, and was chasing women. I was at a party near Poplar Level Road, where evil things tend to happen. It was a side street. I didn't know my friends were devil worshipers. It wasn't the same ones from my first wreck, but this is Louisville. Someone slipped me a drug without my knowledge. I'm pretty sure it was peyote from its effects. I had little control. They tried to get me to write a suicide note, but I wasn't that far gone. They told me there was a road where there wasn't a road, and they tried to force me to write that note, but I got away and tried to drive down that road that wasn't a road. Big crash, big noise, and they ran off.
3. 1988. I was part owner of a thoroughbred, and, also a groom for my stable as most owners were grooms before 1990, and drove regularly on the blazing I71-I75 expressways between Louisville and Florence (which is on the Kentucky side of Cincinnati, just across the Ohio River) On the way back to my third shift job, traffic was crazy, and a driver ran me off the road into the median. The median at that time was a big ditch between the North and South bound sides. I thought I was hitting the brake, but I was hitting the gas pedal, and the car went out of control and went into the North bound lane, but I was driving South, dodging cars, and I thought my brake was out, so I tried to slow the car down by swiping against the safety ramp, and finally the car slow downed on the curb, but no one was hurt.
4. Just a few years ago, I was tired and driving from my mother's house in Bardstown one night towards my home in Indiana, because she had the heat up to 90 degrees and I was suffering. A van in front of me swerved into the next lane, so I tried to find my cruise control, and totally missed seeing the deer that the driver was avoiding. I hit the deer. I was okay, but the car was totaled.
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Post by SuperDevilDoctor on Jun 5, 2024 2:06:35 GMT
Coming back from a party, the driver fell asleep, the car went down the embankment, and it rolled over five times. No one was hurt. 1990: Same situation here (I was a passenger), except the vehicle only rolled over twice. It was totaled, but nobody was injured. (We were wearing seatbelts.) 1977: Was also a passenger in a '68 Impala that was T-boned in an intersection -- the other car's driver ran a red light. Again, nobody hurt. The Impala only had moderate damage, but the offending vehicle was almost destroyed.
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Post by SciFive on Jun 5, 2024 2:12:36 GMT
At 19 years old, I was in an accident where a highway had traffic lights for a left turn at a certain point. I made the turn with correct green turning signals but a car coming from the other direction didn’t stop. It hit the side of my car at 55 mph without ever hitting the breaks.
My parents owned a heavy car with a good frame that changed into a c-shape during the collision but I also hit an electric pole which smashed and crushed the front of the car.
Somehow, I ended up on the floor (no seatbelt because I was a teenager without a lot of common sense) and my right leg was stabbed by something on the floor with me.
The passenger in the other car went through the windshield and died next to me in the emergency room. The driver lost his tongue.
I had witnesses in the cross traffic road who confirmed that I had green turn lights and the right of way at the time of the collision.
They never figured out if the traffic lights failed to give the other driver a red light, but there were five or six accidents exactly like mine over the course of several years. Every single driver and passenger in my position (making the left turn at this exact point in the highway) died. In one accident, the car in my position had six people in the car and they all died.
They changed the intersection into an overpass after all these deaths (which is what it should have been in the first place).
I never wanted to drive again. I told my parents that I was quitting driving a car forever. My Dad pretended to have a sprained ankle after awhile and he made me give him a ride to work in their new car. It’s how I got back into driving. I was spooked for years, though.
I saw the old car as a wreck in the place where destroyed cars went to be crushed. My Dad took me. I couldn’t see how I survived and neither could he. The first police officer on the scene that night told me later that he saw my car and didn’t bother going over to it because he didn’t believe anyone could be alive in it. Then he saw people outside talking into the car. I was sitting up.
He was so stunned to see me that he didn’t know what to say. So he asked for my driver’s license. My purse was crushed in the wreckage but I pulled it out. My license was bent up.
The fire department had to come to cut my car open so that I could get out of it. The ambulance driver asked if I could sit up front with him because they were trying to save the life of the passenger in the other car. When we got to a nearby Emergency Room, the EMTs told me not to look at the passenger on a stretcher but I did. They put us side by side in a trauma room of the ER. They begged her in loud voices to breathe through the tracheotomy but she passed away.
No one was charged with anything by the police.
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Post by TheGoodMan19 on Jun 5, 2024 2:18:43 GMT
As a driver, nothing with injuries. Couple of fender-benders, and sliding off the road into a ditch in winter once. As a child, I got run over once when I ran across the street without looking. I must have been seven. Broke a leg. Then there were two accidents in the family car which I have no memory of as they happened when I was younger than 10. I don't think I was hurt, but I know that the second one was serious enough that we all had to go to the hospital to be checked out. Lucky you. When I was 12, I was hit by a drunk driver and spent two years learning to walk again
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Post by tommyrockarolla on Jun 5, 2024 3:19:30 GMT
Ah, me too. Funny one (as no one got hurt). 4 jarheads driving to Savannah Georgia, drunker than all get out, cooler of beers in the backseat between me and my bunk mate Bob, better known as “Pigpen” back then. Guy drove off the road, into a gulley, car rolling sideways, beer flying everywhere. The one memorable thing I remember was Bob yelling, as we were rolling? “The beer, the beer”, lmao. I have two more, but I’m stuck here at Penn Station waiting for my train announcement. Cheers! We await the rest of the story(sup Paul Harvey) with baited breath. Well, here ya go. Another USMC misadventure. This one hurt, and I probably have no business being around. Long story I'll tell maybe on a PM someday, but suffice to say? I'm on the back of a street bike, pretty sure at least a 750, hauling ass through Beaufort, SC. I have nothing on except a pair of blue jean cutoff shorts. No shoes, shirt, forget about a helmet. The driver decides it's a good idea to take the back roads to where we're going. They are NOT paved. At what I think was better than 55, but below 75? The fucker laid it down. I flew so long in the air, it faded to slow motion. I hit with my left arm first, then tumbled and slid on my back for a little while. I had to be 150 feet from where the bike was. I was "OK", considering. I straggled back to the bike, where the driver? He was catatonic, yet conscious. He was going no where. Dirt road, no cell, I had to walk a mile and change back to semi civilization to cal 911 from a 24 hour "Huddle House". My wrist was elfin mangled, I had severe road rash on my back, a major concussion, but? I was coherent, all that trash. I even brought them back to Rick, the driver, and they hauled us to the ER. They set my wrist with limited anesthesia , and sent me home in the morning. Rick had real clothes on, etc, and had a broken arm, concussion. I can't believe neither of us cracked our skulls. As an aside? 6 weeks later, they X-rayed my wrist, decided it wasn't set right, took off the cast, re-broke the fucker while I was conscious, set pins in it, and recasted it, limited anesthesia. I remember that far more clearly than the accident night itself. But it's amazing neither one of us had our heads split open. Maybe, just maybe? the soft dirt road and pebbles saved us. I was able to make a living all my life, but my left wrist has never been more than 75%, and it was the first of my many built in weather vanes. Ooops, rains a coming folks......
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Post by SciFive on Jun 5, 2024 3:36:50 GMT
P.S. One other thing about my accident…
I remember the collision but I have a memory blank about being on the floor of the car and hitting the electric pole.
The next thing I knew after the collision was that I was sitting up in the car. I noticed that I wasn’t breathing so I thought I had died and was waiting to black out.
Then I took a gasp of air. My ribs were bruised.
I had trouble believing that I’d been on the floor but my blood was there. I still didn’t believe it.
At my parents’ place a few days later, my Mom was with me while I was getting dressed and she noticed that I had a bruise on my back side in the shape of part of a steering wheel. Then I believed I’d been on the floor.
I never remembered hitting the pole.
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Post by tommyrockarolla on Jun 5, 2024 3:54:41 GMT
P.S. One other thing about my accident… I remember the collision but I have a memory blank about being on the floor of the car and hitting the electric pole. The next thing I knew after the collision was that I was sitting up in the car. I noticed that I wasn’t breathing so I thought I had died and was waiting to black out. Then I took a gasp of air. My ribs were bruised. I had trouble believing that I’d been on the floor but my blood was there. I still didn’t believe it. At my parents’ place a few days later, my Mom was with me while I was getting dressed and she noticed that I had a bruise on my back side in the shape of part of a steering wheel. Then I believed I’d been on the floor. I never remembered hitting the pole. "Noticing" you're not breathing has to be horrific. Like Edgar Allen Poe horrific. That's scary. My fear is I go that way, sucking for air. I'd rather drown, I think.
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Post by Orlando City Cat on Jun 5, 2024 3:57:26 GMT
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Post by mystery on Jun 5, 2024 4:01:53 GMT
I've only been in one car accident. It was a rollover accident involving a Jeep Wrangler full of teenagers, with the top down, and all but two of the passengers not wearing their seatbelt. We all walked away with nothing but some minor scratches. Could have been worse.
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Post by SciFive on Jun 5, 2024 4:11:56 GMT
P.S. One other thing about my accident… I remember the collision but I have a memory blank about being on the floor of the car and hitting the electric pole. The next thing I knew after the collision was that I was sitting up in the car. I noticed that I wasn’t breathing so I thought I had died and was waiting to black out. Then I took a gasp of air. My ribs were bruised. I had trouble believing that I’d been on the floor but my blood was there. I still didn’t believe it. At my parents’ place a few days later, my Mom was with me while I was getting dressed and she noticed that I had a bruise on my back side in the shape of part of a steering wheel. Then I believed I’d been on the floor. I never remembered hitting the pole. "Noticing" you're not breathing has to be horrific. Like Edgar Allen Poe horrific. That's scary. My fear is I go that way, sucking for air. I'd rather drown, I think. The surprising thing was that I calmly accepted it when I thought I had died. I had a few quick regrets to be dying at 19, but I was calm even then. I just waited for the next thing (after death). When I breathed, I was glad to be alive but suddenly I had to face everything (including being inside a wrecked car and the chaos around me as people poured out of a nearby diner to see what was going on after hearing such a loud crash). Facing all this was more challenging. I was a kid so I thought it must have all been my fault somehow and I thought my parents would never own another car again for the rest of their lives. One of the witnesses who saw that I had the right of way called my parents that night and told them to reassure me as much as possible that it wasn’t my fault. He also gave his name as a witness for me. He’d told the police that it wasn’t my fault. He could see at the accident site that I was trying to blame myself for it.
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Post by Hairynosedwombat on Jun 5, 2024 4:18:05 GMT
I was riding into Sydney and the taxi in front stopped suddenly for a fare. I flew over the handlebars snapping them and flattening the fuel tank, put my head into the taxis back window and rolled onto the bonnet.
Decades later my brother expressed surprise that I could have children. I was only badly bruised, with a fractured wrist and twin scars on my shins.
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Post by lunda2222 on Jun 5, 2024 4:55:17 GMT
You have survived? How would you tell anybody about it if you didn't survive it?
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Post by abbey1227 on Jun 5, 2024 5:01:10 GMT
I have been involved in 2 major car accidents. 1. I was the back seat passenger in a Honda Neon on a rural Nebraska highway. Some dumb bitch ran a stop sign and t-boned us. Both the driver and my girlfriend at the time sustained concussions. The windshield completely blew out and the ER picked pieces of glass out of my forehead. The stitches on my forehead left permanent scars that can only be seen when I have a tan. 2. While driving on the freeway in Orange County, some Asian thot merged into the back end of my car which spun me sideways and drove me into 2 more cars. I was unhurt but my car was totaled. Said thot only had basic liability and once spread across 3 victims I only received $7500 for my totaled Acura 3.2 TL Type S. Fuck, I loved that car. So what about you?
1. You must have sustained a concussion, as well, if it was a Honda Neon
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Post by drystyx on Jun 5, 2024 7:03:27 GMT
I have been involved in 2 major car accidents. 1. I was the back seat passenger in a Honda Neon on a rural Nebraska highway. Some dumb bitch ran a stop sign and t-boned us. Both the driver and my girlfriend at the time sustained concussions. The windshield completely blew out and the ER picked pieces of glass out of my forehead. The stitches on my forehead left permanent scars that can only be seen when I have a tan. 2. While driving on the freeway in Orange County, some Asian thot merged into the back end of my car which spun me sideways and drove me into 2 more cars. I was unhurt but my car was totaled. Said thot only had basic liability and once spread across 3 victims I only received $7500 for my totaled Acura 3.2 TL Type S. Fuck, I loved that car. So what about you?
1. You must have sustained a concussion, as well, if it was a Honda Neon What is an Asian "thot"?
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Post by Roxy on Jun 5, 2024 7:14:15 GMT
1. You must have sustained a concussion, as well, if it was a Honda Neon What is an Asian "thot"? Thot is an acronym for: that ho over there. Its original definition is: thirsty ho over there. The further it traveled from its urban roots, the more of the original flavor was lost. It’s an extremely misogynistic term. It’s for when slut or ho alone are simply insufficient.
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