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| quote: | Originally posted by Omega_Blue
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. |
that's nuts winter driving sucks ass. and the white knuckle thing is almost always a constant in all cases. Took me 2.5 hours to get down to OKC once during a snowstorm (normally takes 1.5). there was only one lane plowed, the other on I-35 was just tire tracks from semi's.
Hate to admit it, but there's been a few times I've driven under the influence of alcohol. No excuse for it, I just got in and went. I remember one time being kind of paranoid about it and constantly looking for cops, which I'm sure made my driving worse. I won't do that stuff anymore...either someone else drives or I take a cab, or just get a hotel room.
I did a class back in Shreveport once where the cops came to your house, picked you up, got you tipsy, and then put you thru their cadet course. it was 2-fold...one reason to let the cadets in training try to find out if you were above or below the .08 (i.e. they field sobriety tested you)...then the second reason allowed you to realize what it was like being just tipsy, and not drunk. i.e. below the legal limit, but you still could feel unsafe enough to drive. at least, I did.
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