Wouldn't you think they would know better than to build a house right where Slayer is trying to drive?

you think thats bad I would come home after a night on the town
and one time the mailbox was under my suv and about 4or 5 times after that I would drive the kids to the bus and I always
took out one of the naighbors mailbox :D

How in the heck did I miss this thread?

I don't even have anything witty to add. Imagine that. Speechless.

Must be the baby, eh Phil?

Riding a bike, didn't wreck. Riding a motorcycle (13) I didn't have any problems, driving a car (16) no problem. 4 wheeler, no problem.

But when I was maybe 10 my uncles stuck me on a three wheeler. So I'm just driving in big cicrcles trying to understand how the thing drives, I have never drove anything with a motor. After going around a few times one of the uncles yells out for me to give it some more gas, I give it a bit too much. As I panic hitting the break I never release the accelerator. Now anyone who has driven one may remember that the breaks didn't do anything with the throttle turned. Very embarasingly, I actually hit the broad side of a barn.

Morphius
Still gets **** about that one.

Chin up, Slayer. Those things happen.


In 1979, I had a Mr. Misty on my dash on my way home from work at the Dairy Queen. (Yes, that Dairy Queen, ENDelt. My picture's on the wall there, by the way.) I made a left turn, and learned that inertia will make a Mr. Misty slide. A quick lunge, a loss of control, and suddenly I was up on a high curb. Tore the brakes out from under the car, but I never told my parents. When my dad noticed that the car had no brakes, I just shrugged. That was about two weeks after I got my license, and I was just lucky I didn't hit anyone or anything.

Shortly after I got my license, I hit another car. Barely.

I was stopped at an intersection and a big truck was making a left turn in front of me. He was close, and at the time I had no concept of where the front of the vehicle ended. I thought the truck was going to hit me, which would be BAD, because I was in a Vega.

So I threw the car into reverse and smacked the vehicle behind me. Did no damage to my car, but I did have to replace the other car's license plate holder.

Other than that, the only collision I was ever involved in where I was driving was one I got in deliberately, so I guess you can't really call it an "accident." :D

Oh, do tell, Mr. Riley.

I was chasing my arch-enemy through the streets of Kirksville. I got beside him on a two lane, one-way street and swerved ahead in front of him (my motivation being to stop him so I could drag him out of his car and kick his ass).

Now, in the movies, when this happens, the other vehicle stops before hitting your car.

But real life ain't a movie.

In real life, you cut in front of the other vehicle, and IT HITS YOU. And it's your fault. And you just happen to be directly in front of the POLICE STATION. And you have to pay to repair the prick's car. And your insurance rates go up.

:cuss:

Of course, the following week I did get the guy out of his car and beat the shit out of him, in front of all my friends and all his friends, so that certainly took the sting out of it.

Would someone explain to me why this particular thread is stuck at the top? :spock:

good question

This is the kind of thing they put in the movies and we all laugh our asses off over because it could NEVER happen.


Obviously we have not met Slaya Andretti!

I agree, I'm never getting in a car with that knucklehead. Imagine him with a cell phone trying to change radio stations.

Had my first 'accident' three months ago......

In a drunken stuper, I was moving my truck out of the driveway and into the garage when I nailed a friends 'Rodeo'.....That cost me $1,300 bucks! ****ing foreign cars!!!!!:grr: :banghead: :cuss:

on my first "practice run", I hit a trash can in the alley behind our house. No damage, but my dad laughed at me and gave me alot of sh*t about it.

Thank God we didn't have the internet in those days. ;)