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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.

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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.

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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.

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.

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Originally posted by Joss Weatherby I almost wish zidumare was my alt.

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.

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philippe - In MEXICO says: ur the most clever pothead i know philippe - In MEXICO says: u deserve a fucking medal

vivid has the best driving story off all time.

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Scott has been introduced to the rave scene, and Ecstasy, by Craig. The two of them go out on the weekends, with some of Craigs friends, and stay up all night, dancing in a drug-fueled trance.

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