I was 18 and home on leave from the Marines, and picked up a girl in a bar, and we were drunk and headed to lovers lane. (Yeah, I was underage and drinking). It was raining, and we were smooching (yeah AND driving) and I was pointing out the red lights as I ran them…WHEN… my left front tire climbed up over the median…overcompensating, I yanked the wheel to the right and hit the brakes and went into a backwards skid towards the right curb. I hit it backwards, and flipped, I don’t know how many times, rolled down a hill between telephone poles and trees, just short of a cement bridge over a river, and ended up upside down on a golf course…I can’t remember what hole. (For you Detroiters, it was Plymouth Rd. (I think) and the Rouge River, I was headed for Rouge Park.)
We hit so hard I lost my wallet. The BORROWED car was totaled, and neither one of us was hurt…at all. I had sore shoulders the next day, from banging against the roof. Never got laid, obviously, and never saw her again. (Bad first impression, I guess.) I had much difficulty explaining my misfortune to the owner of the car. I still have a photo of me standing next to the car… it only comes up to my waist. Lucky ain't the word.
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