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So, I am driving home from Lansing on I-96.
It is really shitty out, and I am playing it safe in the right lane behind this car and semi. Then the car decides to overtake the semi, and when they punch the accelerator, their back end begins to fish tail in an extreme fashion.
At this, I don't panic...I just merge to the right to miss what I think to be the soon chaos in front of me. Little did I know, I would be the one in this chaos.
I hit a huge patch of ice and in about half a second, literally, I have completed a perfect 180 and I am staring down a semi coming right at me on the highway.
For the next what seemed like 10,000 seconds, really only 5, the only words I was saying were my screams of, "Ohh fuck!!" over and over. I swerve again and fly down an slope off the highway backwards, spin around and come skidding to a stop about 70 feet from the highway.
So, I turn off my car, get out and survey the fact I am stuck and scream as loud as I can, "Fuucccckkkkk". I think I popped a blood vessel in my eye, I swear. Then I called my father and started digging out the massive amounts of snow around me with a hockey stick.
So, all said and done me, my dad, and this guy who stopped and helped us with a 4x4 SUV (never though I would see that day I say thank god for those things) got my van back on the road....somehow. I don't know how we did it, I really wish I had a picture, I thought it was so hopeless. I am alive, and my van is perfectly ok somehow....well I think. I am going to climb under it tomorrow and make sure.
Driving home was by far, the worst drive I have ever had. It was horrible. My hands hurt from white-knuckling the wheel the entire time. I almost spun out a few more times and I was scared to death the entire time. It took 2 hours to get home.
I am thankfull though. For many reasons.
1.)Every person I encountered was really nice and gave me some faith in humanity. Even the State cop was a good guy. That guy who pulled over and gave us a hand earned about three trillion karma points in my book.
2.)My van is alright. It could have been really fucked up, but I actually came out alright in that arena.
3.)And mainly, I am not dead. If this had happened but 50 feet down, just a tiny fifty feet, I would be in the hospital for sure. Without a doubt, I would be in the surgery right now or something. There was this cement water thing fifty feet down from me and I was looking after I got out at it, and realized that way I entered the ditch I would have fell to a lot worse fate. Scary shit.
So, everything is ok, and no damage done.
That is so much better then saying, "I am dead and my car is dead too."
I need sleep, I don't even know why I am still here.
It is really shitty out, and I am playing it safe in the right lane behind this car and semi. Then the car decides to overtake the semi, and when they punch the accelerator, their back end begins to fish tail in an extreme fashion.
At this, I don't panic...I just merge to the right to miss what I think to be the soon chaos in front of me. Little did I know, I would be the one in this chaos.
I hit a huge patch of ice and in about half a second, literally, I have completed a perfect 180 and I am staring down a semi coming right at me on the highway.
For the next what seemed like 10,000 seconds, really only 5, the only words I was saying were my screams of, "Ohh fuck!!" over and over. I swerve again and fly down an slope off the highway backwards, spin around and come skidding to a stop about 70 feet from the highway.
So, I turn off my car, get out and survey the fact I am stuck and scream as loud as I can, "Fuucccckkkkk". I think I popped a blood vessel in my eye, I swear. Then I called my father and started digging out the massive amounts of snow around me with a hockey stick.
So, all said and done me, my dad, and this guy who stopped and helped us with a 4x4 SUV (never though I would see that day I say thank god for those things) got my van back on the road....somehow. I don't know how we did it, I really wish I had a picture, I thought it was so hopeless. I am alive, and my van is perfectly ok somehow....well I think. I am going to climb under it tomorrow and make sure.
Driving home was by far, the worst drive I have ever had. It was horrible. My hands hurt from white-knuckling the wheel the entire time. I almost spun out a few more times and I was scared to death the entire time. It took 2 hours to get home.
I am thankfull though. For many reasons.
1.)Every person I encountered was really nice and gave me some faith in humanity. Even the State cop was a good guy. That guy who pulled over and gave us a hand earned about three trillion karma points in my book.
2.)My van is alright. It could have been really fucked up, but I actually came out alright in that arena.
3.)And mainly, I am not dead. If this had happened but 50 feet down, just a tiny fifty feet, I would be in the hospital for sure. Without a doubt, I would be in the surgery right now or something. There was this cement water thing fifty feet down from me and I was looking after I got out at it, and realized that way I entered the ditch I would have fell to a lot worse fate. Scary shit.
So, everything is ok, and no damage done.
That is so much better then saying, "I am dead and my car is dead too."
I need sleep, I don't even know why I am still here.