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In a 93 mazda mx3 precidia. I had just dropped off a friend and was trying a new route that would have taken me back to my parent's place. I was driving at about 1130 pm on a somewhat unfamiliar gravel road at about 70 kmh (local limit being 80 unless otherwise posted). I just crested a small hill and saw a deer in front of me. I swerved to miss the deer, hit his friend with the car at 45 degrees, swung into the ditch where my back tires immediatly hit the embankment for a field-access approach.
I don't know how many times I rolled, best guess it 2.5 and spin. I'm not sure how long I was knocked out, but long enough for my blood to pool and mostly cover the dome light. I was upside down, covered in blood, and I had no idea where I was. I eventually kicked out the remaining portion of the passengerside window. At about 4:00, after limping, stumbling, and passing out, crawling, I made it to a farmer's house. Scared the hell of the old guy. He took me to the hospital.
Wrote off the car, the tow truck driver was sure it was a fatality, as did the RCMP officer the contacted my parents shortly after the farmer did. Six stitches on top of my head where my head and the back of the seat stopped the roof of the car from caving in. Uncountable scrapes and cuts. Huge concusion for weeks. Pissed blood for weeks too. But hey, anything you can walk away from, right?
Best part was, the insurance company didn't beleive me that I wasn't drinking (I was 17, it was a Friday) and that there was a deer. Fortunatly, my mom had taken pictures of the trashed car, the dead deer, and the literal trail of scuffs and blood leading away from it.
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