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Friday 2024 Thread (pg. 7)
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| Zoso |
| I'm 6'1" but I am anything but imposing, lol. I'm just a super average skinny white boi. :D:whip: |
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| Silky Johnson |
| I am average, but imposing. :cool: |
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| Lira |
| quote: | Originally posted by OrangestO
I guess guys think of three things when it concerns their physique: weight, height and hair |
Fixed, as that's sort of what led to the discussion about height anyway :p
Hair-wise, I have to say that I kind of regret studying for seven years in a military-run school and then, upon graduation, keeping the military-style haircut for way more years than it was necessary (i.e. none). But hey, you live and learn, so being tenured now means I can grow out my glorious mane and walk around campus like I'm about to fell a tree or turn water into wine for as long as my scalp can withstand it :D |
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| Silky Johnson |
| And you're gay too. |
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| Singularity55 |
| You're not assigning a value statement to that are you? |
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| Silky Johnson |
It just sounds like you're really taking it up the rear.  |
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| Singularity55 |
| quote: | Originally posted by Silky Johnson
It just sounds like you're really taking it up the rear. |
... you're in my fridge right now aren't you? |
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| Lira |
Dammit... I hit a dog on the road tonight :(
Every Friday night, I drive to my wife's farm. It's usually an uneventful journey, along a highway flanked by guardrails but no shoulder lanes. Now, thinking back, those damn guardrails seem like the very edge of a precipice as there's no room to swerve in an emergency.
Now, I obey the speed limits, drive safely, and all that. Tonight, though, it wasn't enough: out of nowhere, a dog launched itself from under the guardrail into the road, a mere heartbeat away from my car. My foot slammed down on the brakes instinctively, but at 80 kilometres per hour in the fast lane, all I could do was brace for impact. The dog, startled by the screeching tyres, ran but collided with my right fog light, tumbled into the adjacent lane, miraculously scrambled to its feet and, with a final burst of energy, bolted off into the darkness.
I wanted to stop, to help, to do something, but the road's unforgiving design left no place for refuge. By the time I found a spot to pull over safely, there was no canine in sight, leaving only the echo of my wife's panicked screams as she clung to the aftermath. She's adamant the dog must have died of haemorrhaging, as the bumper is about as wrecked as a Kardashian's relationship... so it's safe to say the three of us, pooch included, have had better Fridays :sadgreen: |
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| camshaft |
| quote: | Originally posted by Zoso
It's been a rough few years. |
Damn man, I'm glad you're OK and still here. Thankful you made it through to the other side brother. |
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| camshaft |
| quote: | Originally posted by Lira
Dammit... I hit a dog on the road tonight :(
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I'm so sorry. That really sucks. You've got my sympathies. There was seriously nothing different you could have done, no way to predict that was going to happen or even see the dog coming. Good call braking instead of swerving and putting you and your wife (and maybe someone else) in danger. Did exactly the right thing.
A few years back there was a dog running alongside the road on a sidewalk, I looked over and made eye contact with it, and it started trying to keep pace with me (heavy traffic, going slow ish). I did everything I could to avoid it when it suddenly bolted out into the road but it didn't matter, it crossed in front of a truck next to me and that was it. Police were on the scene quickly (it was in front of some apartments) and I gave a statement about what I saw and helped clean up, it was pretty bad. I found the collar (what was left of it) and the owner was just coming outside. I felt guilty for months like I had egged it on by making eye contact and encouraged it to come out in the road, even though I didn't hit it I felt like it was my fault. When I drove that road on my daily commute it was hard not to replay the scene in my head.
I keep extra nitrile gloves and garbage bags in my car now. I remember thinking that dog was just being a dog, and how unnatural cars were in comparison, all mass and momentum and metal.
It took a long time to shake it but it did get better. I'm sorry you had to go through that. It's rough. |
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| Lira |
| quote: | Originally posted by camshaft
I'm so sorry. That really sucks. You've got my sympathies. There was seriously nothing different you could have done, no way to predict that was going to happen or even see the dog coming. |
Thanks... And, same, really sorry to hear your story too. Not sure it helps but maybe not looking at the dog wouldn't have done that much of a difference because, as hunters, they're usually excited by the movement regardless of visual contact, and it was only natural for you to look as you needed to know what exactly was going on.
Looking back, you're right and it could've been way worse if I had swerved, and I keep reminding myself there was nothing else that could've been done in a split second. I still can't believe I didn't get rear-ended, actually, as the traffic wasn't that light at the time. |
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| SYSTEM-J |
| That's rough, I'm sorry to hear that both of you. I've had a couple of cats dash out in front of my car on the streets near where I live, but luckily the speed limit is low enough in this neighborhood I've always managed to slam the brakes on in time. The thought of killing an animal - especially one that is loved by a family somewhere - is my worst nightmare. We lost a couple of cats that way when I was a kid, and I still have that feeling of dread when Claude doesn't come home at his usual hour. The little bastard is usually just asleep in a bush somewhere though, oblivious to the worry he's causing us. |
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