|
The accident I was in wasn't too bad. It rained earlier in the day but the roads were drying up but there were some wet spots here and there. I was driving home through the backroads instead of the highway because I figured the highway would have more drunks coming back from the bars (2am). As I am going, I am with all of my friends in the car and we are doing about 80 km/h.
Ahead there were traintracks, I actually considered slowing down to something like 50 to take these tracks because I thought they were a little rough or bumpy. I didn't touch the brakes, just coasted a bit, worried that hitting the brakes hard with the roads a little wet and not the best railway crossing would send me spinning. A little before the crossing there was a sign showing a bend in the road ahead, of course I miss that completely. I go through the crossing without a problem and than I just say oh shit as I realize the bend is right there and there is no way I can get the car back on the road as the tires have already hit gravel.
I must say seatbelts work incredibly well. The last thing I saw while driving was the giant concrete polo coming right up into the middle of the car. Everyone was OK for the most part. Two of my friends weren't wearing seatbelts (dumbasses) but they were OK, one hit her head on the door window. The other person who was wearing her seatbelt was wearing it a little high on her belly, and it caused her to piss her pants.
I ended up not damaging the pole enough to cause me to replace it for the city, yay. And that is my very shattly written story, yay.
|