Let's see, being a young, stupid, and previously immortal teenager I decided that I could drive 90 m.p.h. down a back road near were I live. I thought I knew the road, but found out that I didn't know it nearly as well as I thought I did on the morning of 10/24/2001. I came upon a turn that I had forgotten and by the time I had hit the brakes and turned the wheel I had just enough time to think to my self "Oh shit, this is gonna hurt." I actually managed to get the car most of the way around the turn, but then the front driverside wheel left the road, dug down into the dirt, causing the front end to hit the dirt embankment. The car then proceeded to flip end over end three times (according to a witness of the accident, I was in the car and wasn't counting), then it rolled twice and came to a rest on the roof.
List of injuries:
Me: two broken ribs, broken collarbone, and extremewhiplash.
Girl in front passenger seat: whiplash
Younger brother in backseat: torn hipatic artery(one of the main ones to the liver), and whiplash. As a sidenote he was not wearing his seatbelt and was thrown out the back windshield. He was lucky the car did not land on him. And I believe he would not have been injured except for whiplash if he had been wearing his seatbelt.
The car I was in was a 96 Mazda Protege and needless to say the next car I got was a protege also, cause as far as I'm concerned that car model passed the worst crach test I have ever heard of.
The entire incident was cause by me being a great big fucking moron.
So the next time your late getting some where, remember my story and slow your ass down. It's better to get there late than not get there at all.
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