Thanks for not getting ticked... because it wasn't the impression I wanted to leave. This was basically a "gut" reaction from me... there is only one thing in life that puts the "fear of God" in me, and that's not being around to help my children grow.
Your stories always pertain the rush of the race, the"walk", but also the caution and the extreme need for care. You get it, I get it, and undoubtly most of the rest of the forum gets it. For those who don't... they're incapable of creating/handling a car like yours, anyway.
My story? Hmmm... it's fairly long and from a long time ago. Let me see if I can provide you with a visual.
Me: on a bike, bystander, pedaling like hell(this is about an accident... it's not necessary to be in a car to get smacked)
Weather: Florida style thunderstorm, sopping roads, low visibility, slicker than goose shit
Time of Day: 1/2 hour before dusk.
Accident: Picture a "T" intersection, top of the T is four lane, other is 2 lane. I'm hauling ass traveling west to east across the top of the T... head down, cussing at the rain, doing about 30 mph(ex tennis player/soccer player, had very strong legs). Drunk student heading from south to north, racing with his friend, blows through stop sign, travelling into the west/east traffic. His car hits the back end of one of those huge 4 x 4 heavy duty Ford/Chevy beasts. Trucks back end slides into my lane... he was the hockey stick, I was the puck. Truck was travelling at least 50 mph, more speed with the rear end swinging around. I had just enough time to pull the front end of the bike off the ground(knew I was screwed... reacted, no time to think). Truck had those nice tarp tie down hooks all along the side of the truck bed... good thing I got the front wheel up, or I would have had my head torn off. As it was, parts of me got caught on the hooks, missed others(I do have 3 kids). Estimated distance travelled while in the air: 150 to 170 ft. Other than part of my shirt, the elastic on my underwear, and my belt(with back loops and pockets attached), I was pure naked.
Never lost conciousness. In fact, I remember the "thud", "flight", and "2 point" landing(I stuck the dismount) very well. I also remember tossing people off of me like flies... they felt like they had no weight or strength(can you tell I was angry?). Somehow, I managed to locomote towards those responsible... was going to kill them, no shit. By this time, people had stopped trying to subdue me. Except, one little nursing student. She was crying and telling me, "you've got to lay down, you're bleeding to death, please, just look... you're hurting yourself even more". She was right, and I laid down in the pouring rain... black, kerosene smelling asphalt, sirens getting closer, and knowing the pain would eventually begin.
I thought it would be shorter to tell, and there is a lot more to it. But, bottom line was this: Someone "racing"/dicking around in poor conditions, mangled an innocent bystander. That is an "unthinkable" event.
Shit happens and sometimes you've got no say in the outcome.
You're alright, Boost. Sometimes, I just get the chills.
Later,
Mark
). Your life isn't just yours anymore... most of it belongs to your kids, as it should be. Your kids deserve a father to be around... as much as we admire your car, and you obviously have groupies, the people on this forum do not match up to the needs of your children.
