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Originally posted by aquila I once tried overtaking some slow wanker hogging the inside lane of a dual carriageway. Screaming past them at 110Km/h I discovered some other slow bastard in the outer lane, swerved to miss them, spun on the wet highway and rolled 3 times down an embankment. Fun times.

Oh damn

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Originally posted by LAdazeNYnights stu you're the man

I take it pretty seriously, as you can tell

I don't ever get in fights, because I'm not a retard, and I'm generally a pacifist... the closest I ever got was was with a good friend who wanted to take a hammered drive to pick up his gf after work. He could barely stand at the time though, so it was pretty easy to let him take a swing at me, miss, fall, let me take his keys (and hide them) and order a cab for his gf.

He's never tried to drink and drive since then though, I think he was pretty embarrassed.

Still managed to take a photo of the wreckage I crawled out of with my shitty little nokia phone back then...



It was an epic way to get rid of a car that was burning more oil than fuel though.

Had a weird experience about 6 years ago. I had just gotten off of work with a friend and we both headed off inside my car. The whole time I'm driving, my friend is telling me about this dream he had last night. He dreamed that he had been inside a car, the rain was falling down hard, and he had gotten into a major accident with a large vehicle, although he wasn't the one who drove in the dream. It was kinda funny, because a few minutes after he had told me that, the rain had started coming down hard and my visibility was getting a little fucked. My friend starts getting a little spooked too but I assured him that everything would be fine. We reach the exit to the freeway and I start to accelerate. There's a large truck driving on the lane beside us, and the lane I'm currently in is about to merge with the truck's in a couple hundred feet. So I'm thinking that I can beat the truck before the merge happens, since those rigs never go faster than 65mph anyway. So I'm gunnin' it getting ready to cut it off. I had gotten the speed up to 75, but the truck was going much faster than I expected, and I was only half-way past it. At the last minute I realize I'm not going to make it, and I hit the brakes, just barely missing the truck's backside as I slid behind it. I look back over to my friend, he was so freaked out about the whole thing that he had actually tried to open my passenger side door in order to jump out of the car. I don't know what the fuck he was thinking but I just remember laughing my ass off about it as soon as the danger had passed. The rest of the ride he's just going off about having the worst case of de ja vu ever. I gotta admit though, the timing of that still kinda creeps me out to this day. Maybe we did get lucky.

Re: Your crazy driving stories.

i know a guy who did north Oshawa, to Ryerson in 22 minutes. thats 70 km distance.

he said it was through rush hour traffic.

it was stupid, of course, but all throughout high school it seems like myself and everyone i knew drove drunk, or at least buzzed. all the time. i mean, sometimes a house party would get busted and you'd have to gtfo. and you can't expect a house full of kids to all crash at whatever house they were at, right? half the time you don't even know the owner of the place. and we used to road drink because we were too young and didn't have anywhere to go to just kick it and catch a buzz. i thought that was just.. you know, something you do when you're stupid and in high school, but you guys are making it sound like having a drop to drink and getting behind the wheel is one of the 7 deadly sins, man. again, not proud about what i or my counterparts have done in the past.

craziest experience i've had involved a few ta's, actually. d-res and i drove up to see rjt and lucid spin at some dive bar up in northern wi, about 2 or 3 hours drive from milwaukee. the ride up was fine, but by the end of the gig it was straight-up blizzarding out. lucid wouldn't let us leave, they tried feeding us mushrooms to make us stay (lol), but we waited for them to go to bed and we dipped out. i dunno what possessed me to want to go home but i basically nagged d-res until he gave in and we dipped around 4am. by this time there's literally at least 5" of snow on the ground and the plows haven't had a chance to clear anything out. and it's snowing these huge big-ass flakes and it's pitch dark out.

so maneuvering out of the city wasn't so bad with the street lights and some of the roads plowed, but we had to take this highway back down to milwaukee that was totally unplowed and it was kinda like a country road (that we were completely unfamiliar with) so there wasn't any streetlights or anything to guide us. by this time there must've been close to a foot of snow on the ground, i have no idea how d-res' hooptie was still plowing through that shit, but it was precipitating these huge flakes so badly we couldn't see three feet in front of us. couldn't even see the road directly in front of us, or the snow covering the road. it was like staring out into a field of white in the pitch of night. turning on the brights reflected the lights off the flakes even worse and reduced visibility even more.

so i'm sitting shotgun, we're about an hour out of town and there's no end in sight to this blizzard, and i remember looking at d-res, both hands having a furious deathgrip on the steering wheel, his eyes buggin' out like crazy, and asking him, "dude. arent you scared right now?" man i was freakin'. and he just calmly said, "yeah man i'm scared as SHIT right now," but it was too late to turn back (we had discussed turning back a few times; discussed parking and waiting for the snow to pass but we probably would've been literally completely buried in snow, so we kept going). the only cars we saw on our way were stuck in a ditch, but we didn't see very many because we were the only ones stupid enough to drive in that shit. by the time we made it to a major city FINALLY the plows started appearing, and it was starting to get light out. must've been about 8am when we reached a halfway point and pulled in this little town to get some mcdonald's breakfast.

we got back to milwaukee around noon the next day. all in all, a 2-3 hour drive from northern wisconsin took fucking damn near 8 hours to get back home. we probably didn't exceed 20-25mph the whole way back. we had to guide the vehicle on the road by just seeing where the snow would dip lower on either side of the highway (because of the ditches on both sides) and we just stayed in the middle in between the lanes of the 2 lane highway. to this day it was the most nerve-wrecking, scary driving experience i've ever had (and i was just the passenger). i still don't know how we navigated our way back without any visibility, signs, or lights, and in the darkest of darkness.

tl;dr- drove through a crazy blizzard with some ta's, took 8 hours to get home instead of 3. ate a sausage egg and cheese biscuit, also.

one other quickie- a few of my friends were driving like assholes riding this guy's ass on the highway one time, and the guy brake-checked them like a mother******, and they ended up swerving off the road into a ditch at 70mph, rolling the ford expedition they were in. out of the 5 guys, 4 crawled out uninjured, and one had to have 40 or so stitches in his left forearm from him trying to protect himself from the ceiling collapsing on him. none of them were wearing seatbelts, and in fact the guy who got the stitches probably would've been dead if he had his on because his side was the side that got completely impacted. food for thought.

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Originally posted by Zharen Had a weird experience about 6 years ago. I had just gotten off of work with a friend and we both headed off inside my car. The whole time I'm driving, my friend is telling me about this dream he had last night. He dreamed that he had been inside a car, the rain was falling down hard, and he had gotten into a major accident with a large vehicle, although he wasn't the one who drove in the dream. It was kinda funny, because a few minutes after he had told me that, the rain had started coming down hard and my visibility was getting a little fucked. My friend starts getting a little spooked too but I assured him that everything would be fine. We reach the exit to the freeway and I start to accelerate. There's a large truck driving on the lane beside us, and the lane I'm currently in is about to merge with the truck's in a couple hundred feet. So I'm thinking that I can beat the truck before the merge happens, since those rigs never go faster than 65mph anyway. So I'm gunnin' it getting ready to cut it off. I had gotten the speed up to 75, but the truck was going much faster than I expected, and I was only half-way past it. At the last minute I realize I'm not going to make it, and I hit the brakes, just barely missing the truck's backside as I slid behind it. I look back over to my friend, he was so freaked out about the whole thing that he had actually tried to open my passenger side door in order to jump out of the car. I don't know what the fuck he was thinking but I just remember laughing my ass off about it as soon as the danger had passed. The rest of the ride he's just going off about having the worst case of de ja vu ever. I gotta admit though, the timing of that still kinda creeps me out to this day. Maybe we did get lucky.

wow dude that's some creepy shit. coincidences like that always fuck with me.. like, what are the chances of that playing out EXACTLY like he explained? wild stuff.

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Originally posted by Omega_Blue wow dude that's some creepy shit. coincidences like that always fuck with me.. like, what are the chances of that playing out EXACTLY like he explained? wild stuff.

I gotta admit, it is kind of a mind fuck. For those who don't believe in luck, I say fuck you.

Not really a driving story, more of an asshole story...but I just remembered a night I was over at my buddy's house, and my other buddy remembered he had a bunch of illegal fireworks left over from the holiday. So we drove around the neighbourhood, lighting and throwing fireworks at our friends'/friends' parents' houses. Lol.

i wasn't driving, but the first time i ever rolled, my friend talked me into going with her friend to another party. i didn't know this at the time, but the chick driving was barred out and had taken a shot of tequila? needless to say, on the highway she swerved across 3 lanes of traffic and hit a parked car on the shoulder. then tried to start her car again because she was so fucked she didn't realize we'd been in a wreck. oh and someone stopped to help us and called 911 and she started screaming/cursing at him. i was underage so i got to go in the ambulance. they took my heart rate and blood pressure and i was like "is that normal???" and they were like "... make better choices." then i got a ride home from a cop and my mom spent like 2 hours looking online trying to figure out why my pupils were like saucers.

vivid has the best driving story off all time.

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Originally posted by Sushipunk Blow me. I did read that part, FYI. Heaps of my friends (two of them dead now, from drunk driving) say the same shit though, and have been busted bigtime for being over the limit. "Oh, I'd had a few drinks earlier, but I was totally sober when I got behind the wheel". Fucking bullshit, IMO. If you go drinking, then don't take a car, at all. Taxis are expensive, but so are funerals.

My sister has a friend who lived somewhere out in the Australian Bushfuck somewhere, and when going home from the bar he get pulled over and he had to do a breathalyzer test and the fucking thing is just red lights and sirens, and the police officer just laughed and told him that if he was still able do drive with that kind of blood alcohol level he was gonna let him be on his way.


Edit: oh and yeah, you're not sober if youve had two or three drinks unless youre rafio, cus he can just shit out the booze and get sober, it takes the body 12 hours to burn through alcohol. and even if youre not drunk, you're still heavily impaired to drive, compared to sober drivers, and the fact that you dont feel the intoxication just make you THAT more dangerous.

not me, but this Austrian dude I play Unreal Tournament with was going 110 km/h when another car came into his lane, so he swerved off, hit a tree, flew through the wind shield (no seatbelt on) and landed about 20m from the car. He walked 5km home before he realised what had actually happened and went to the hospital. This was 7 hours after the accident.
2 hours after being in the hospital he was sent home with just a few wounds on his head and some scratches/scrapes. No serious injuries.

pic he took after everything was over:
http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/2905/imag0933.jpg

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Originally posted by ChemEnhanced vivid has the best driving story off all time.

Yeah, but we're talking cars, not imaginary women.

Been in Omega_Blue's sitch before, but sober, white-knuckling it through a horrendous snowstorm from Toronto to Brockville sometime back in the mid-90s - normal 3.5 hour drive took close to 7. No fun at all - stop, and you're fucked, keep going and you might be fucked as well. Can't even imagine attempting it zooming.

Hate dredging up the memory, but in my very tumultuous early-20s, I made an ill-planned day's road trip from Toronto to Coubourg with my psychotic then-housemates. Such a frighteningly messy excursion. As example, I bruised my coccyx trying to front flip off an embankment onto the beach, landing flat on my back on the nice, hard sand - didn't feel a thing at the time. Drove back at night on the 401 (major 4+ lane highway for you non-canucks), blurred-vision drunk in my Pontiac Acadian, scared shitless, while the other morons whooped and hollered in the seats around me. Somehow made it home in one piece, could barely walk the next day.

Needless to say, I've learned from such lessons - incredibly fortunate I didn't harm anyone else or further harm myself.

edit: Thinking back, I guess it took longer than I thought, as since then, I have been a passenger in vehicles with people who shouldn't have been behind the wheel (but not in a long time, and I definitely wouldn't now). There was a certain humour in driving through deserted downtown Manila at 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning, with a happily K'd-out driver covering one eye in order to regain enough depth perception to get us where we were wanted to go.


Of course, there are some who would say it's all about knowing your own limits...

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Originally posted by prolikewhoa they took my heart rate and blood pressure and i was like "is that normal???" and they were like "... make better choices."

LOL i can't imagine how you'd ever get the courage to roll again after that situation. what a horrible experience.

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Originally posted by dj_alfi Edit: oh and yeah, you're not sober if youve had two or three drinks unless youre rafio, cus he can just shit out the booze and get sober, it takes the body 12 hours to burn through alcohol. and even if youre not drunk, you're still heavily impaired to drive, compared to sober drivers, and the fact that you dont feel the intoxication just make you THAT more dangerous.

12 hours?? Uhhhhhh wut? Here it says 6 for 3 drinks.

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Originally posted by Vivid Boy So i was driving back from a buddies cottage on sunday night. it was like 9 pm and i was on the 400. Pitch black. i got a car full of drunkin friends and we're fuckin around mooning cars as we drive by typical drunkin shit. I'm telling a joke facing my friend in my backseat (stupid me should have had my eyes on the road) and when i turn back. I see 2 fuckin deer on the road. I slam on the gas and swerve missed one deer but i cracked one in the nose. the dder went flying. i stop the car on the side im like "Holy SHit i just cracked a fuckin deer!". i get out of the car and check out my car huge fuckin dent on my drivers side fender. FUCK. I see the deer on the ground and the other one near it looking at it. we walk over and the one deer runs off. we get closer to the dder and notice the bugger is still alive. hes laying their limp on the ground bleeding on the ground looking at us with these blank eyes. we poke it a few times with this branch we found to make sure its alive. it reacts with a moan so we knew it was alive. we all felt sorry for it and decided we should take it out of its misery because it was basically almost dead but we didnt have anything to end its loife with. i figured it had a broken neck from the impact and if we moved it it would probably pass away. so i tried moving it but fuck those things are heavy. my friends and all started trying to move it and it gave this loud cry. it was still alive. so my friend Mike kicked it once in the head thinking it would put it over. it did shit but moan a bit. so we all started kicking it in the head trying to end its poor life. so here we are 9 pm at night middle of the 400 beating the shit out of this deer. we're all tkaing turns kicking it in the face. my friend comes with a branch he found in the woods and starts whacking it in the head. we stop hitting it and see if its dead. once it again its still moaning! so we started beating it some more and thats when i grab the fuckin stick from kmy friend and jabb it in the fuckin eye. Like i fuckin lodged this mother****** right in there i was hoping it hit his brain. but still not dead. so now we got this branch lodged in its fuckin eye and it wont come out and its yelping like an old man taking a brick shit. we kickit a fewmore times and i finally got the idea just to run over its head with my car. so we line up the car with the wheel right before its head and i hit the gas. and the damn thing wont go over. its head is too big. so i get everyone to jump in my car and i back up and take a running start at it. cruunch. i dont know if its still alive but ill tell u one thing i had to go thru the damn car wash twice to get the blood off. fucked up end to a fucked up weekend. what did u guys do this weekend?

Your body processes 1 drink (.02% bac) per hour. So if you slam 3 shots at once, 3 hours later your bac should be 0%.

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Originally posted by LAdazeNYnights LOL i can't imagine how you'd ever get the courage to roll again after that situation. what a horrible experience.

as long as i wasn't in a car, i was fine. i have had some awesome rolling experiences after, but yeah that first one was a doozy.

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Originally posted by ChemEnhanced

That story went from tragic to sadistic in no time, eh? The first thing I thought while I was reading it was "why wouldn't you just run the poor bastard over again?" Lol.

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Originally posted by Omega_Blue That story went from tragic to sadistic in no time, eh? The first thing I thought while I was reading it was "why wouldn't you just run the poor bastard over again?" Lol.

i know! instead of putting it out of its misery, they ended up beating/torturing it

A tire iron would probably do the trick fairly easily too.

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Originally posted by Zharen Had a weird experience about 6 years ago. I had just gotten off of work with a friend and we both headed off inside my car. The whole time I'm driving, my friend is telling me about this dream he had last night. He dreamed that he had been inside a car, the rain was falling down hard, and he had gotten into a major accident with a large vehicle, although he wasn't the one who drove in the dream. It was kinda funny, because a few minutes after he had told me that, the rain had started coming down hard and my visibility was getting a little fucked. My friend starts getting a little spooked too but I assured him that everything would be fine. We reach the exit to the freeway and I start to accelerate. There's a large truck driving on the lane beside us, and the lane I'm currently in is about to merge with the truck's in a couple hundred feet. So I'm thinking that I can beat the truck before the merge happens, since those rigs never go faster than 65mph anyway. So I'm gunnin' it getting ready to cut it off. I had gotten the speed up to 75, but the truck was going much faster than I expected, and I was only half-way past it. At the last minute I realize I'm not going to make it, and I hit the brakes, just barely missing the truck's backside as I slid behind it. I look back over to my friend, he was so freaked out about the whole thing that he had actually tried to open my passenger side door in order to jump out of the car. I don't know what the fuck he was thinking but I just remember laughing my ass off about it as soon as the danger had passed. The rest of the ride he's just going off about having the worst case of de ja vu ever. I gotta admit though, the timing of that still kinda creeps me out to this day. Maybe we did get lucky.

You are a fucking moron, and the way you write about it shows that you have no clue just how stupid you really are. I hope you never, ever endanger the lives of others like that again. You fucking tool.

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Originally posted by LAdazeNYnights 12 hours?? Uhhhhhh wut? Here it says 6 for 3 drinks.

alcoholism.com.
Made by alcoholics for alcoholics so they can point at a chart and say Im good to drive.

Only in Murrica.

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Originally posted by srussell0018 Your body processes 1 drink (.02% bac) per hour.

Yes. One drink an hour. No matter what kind.

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So if you slam 3 shots at once, 3 hours later your bac should be 0%.

Stop saying stupid shit.

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