Not a wrong way driver ( and that's fucking crazy coming at you the wrong way in the fast lane going 100...i might need a change of pants after survivng that) One night I was heading around down town on 30 to connect to I5 south and I was in the middle lane. It was very late past midnight, so I guess it was really early morning. So anyway there I am with a friend driving, no other cars around. All of sudden I hear someone coming behind me before I saw their lights, so they were hauling. I look in the rearview the lights are getting closer. I'm thinking this guys going to see me change lanes and go around me. Nope. At the last second realizing he wasn't going to change lanes I swerved into the right lane and hit the brakes. He flew past, lost control and slid in the lane in front of me some feet away and came to a stop his car sitting sideways blocking the lane. Then he took off again, as did I glad to be behind him.
Reading these stories reminds me of some dangerous driving I used to do when I was a teenager. I had a 1989 Chrystler LeBaron 2-door coupe with a 2.5 liter turbo-charged 4 cylinder and 175 HP. That thing was an absolute animal, and I'm glad I grew up, lol. I did 130+ MPH (I stopped looking at the speedometer after 132) once on I-205 NB from Mill Plain Blvd to SR-500. I just moved over into the far left lane and floored the bitch. I think the smell of burning oil and the fact that I was burying the electronic tachometer into the yellow was a sign that I should slow down. I think I had that car for maybe 2 years before the computer finally crapped out in 2002. Probably a good thing....but I miss that car soooo bad.
I didnt think i would either. Sometimes it takes being put in the situation to see how you'll react. Freeze fight or flight. I always thought i was a flight kind of guy. But turns out im more of a fighter. I bought the cop enough time to catch up to that fuck head. He was like 30 seconds behind him and after my tom foolery he was right on his tail.
I checked too and didn't see anything either. But it also means they didn't kill anyone, which is good.
This is another danger to Real Americans that will be eliminated once the wall is built. Autobahn speeds on the wrong side of traffic? Clearly an illegal alien refugee from europe.
When i was a kid we moved to scotland for a while. I remember leaving a castle sight seeing trip and my dad spacing out and driving on the right side of the road, until we came around a corner and a double decker bus almost hit us head on.
I had a 69 cutlass s hardtop with a toronado 425 with a 4 barrel carb and 4 wheel drum brakes. I'd load it with friends and we'd fly all over in that car at 100 plus. The brakes wouldn't lock up with both feet pressing the pedal driving on rainy roads. Lucky to be alive
I too have driven too fast. I'll still regularly get up to 80 on the free way at times, which isn't good. It used to be a mission of mine to drive as fast as I could on the freeway, but when the transmission in that car died I decided to try and be a safer driver. I figure I'll drive slower every year until I'm 75 and pissing people off with how slow I go.
Dang man, glad you are alive to tell us about it. What was your girls reaction? Was she flipping out? How was the "we almost died sex?" Not many get to experience that
I only got a "we almost died blowie" but I probably wouldn't have got that if I hadn't almost killed us. I'm speaking of the time I almost drove across the train tracks against the lights just as an Amtrak flew by at full speed.
This reminds me of a story my father told me once. Back when he was a young man, still drinking and partying hard, he was at a party with his girlfriend. When the party was over, his buddy drove a few people home in his Oldsmobile 442 Cutlass (not sure what year the car was, but this incident would probably have been in the mid 1970s or so). According to my father, the guy kept it gorgeous, and it was extremely fast. His buddy wanted to pick up a friend of his at another party, but there was no room in the Cutlass. So my father decided to call it a short night and told his buddy to drop him and his girlfriend off at his house. That way, his buddy could go to the party and drive more people around. So he drops my father and his girlfriend off, and then drives off. 5 miles later, he totals the car and kills a passenger, and puts him and the other people in the car in the hospital (and oh yeah....they were all absolutely wasted). His buddy was charged with DUI and vehicular manslaughter, but I'm not sure what happened to him. When they went to the junkyard to collect what was left inside, they pulled the 8-track tape that was inside the car and popped it into the player in the car they had with them. The song that played was "The End" by The Doors. I may have a couple of details wrong (the guy might have dropped my father's girlfriend off while my father was still at the party...), but that's about the gist of it. My father is almost 60 today, and that incident, complete with the song he found on that 8-track, still creeps the fuck out of him.
