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jeepdave
Location: Anderson, SC Gender: Male Total Likes: 1303 likes
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| | | Close calls < on 12/17/2011 11:06 PM > | Reply with Quote
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| Samurai Vehicular Lord Rick
Location: northeastern New York Total Likes: 1900 likes
No matter where you go, there you are...
| | | Re: Close calls < Reply # 9 on 12/22/2011 12:49 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | once upon a time, i used to drive anywhere, anytime, and in any condition. Where i live is all hills. You're either going up or down. Up is not half as entertaining as down, believe me. Anyways, this one night, I had a desire for munchies. Now, i could've walked the 1/4 mile to the stop n rob before they closed, but what fun would that have been? It was, of course, snowing hard. So, Broad Street is a pretty steep hill that is off-camber... that means it slants hard to the right side of the road on the downgrade. I was driving a 91 Chevy Cavalier coupe, the last year before anti-lock became standard. So as I break over the hill, I hit the brakes. The rears locked and the car spins around in bias with the off-camber. So, there I am sliding backwards down the hill at 20mph and accelerating. I have maybe 400 feet before a T-intersection with the highway and a rather solid ornament in the center of the intersection. Hmmmm... What would Colin McRae do? I stuffed clutch, slammed the shifter back into reverse, wound the RPM's up and let the clutch out hard. The nose of the car swings around. Just as it passes 12 o'clock, I grab the ebrake and damn near yank it out of the console to counteract the rotation from the nose of the car. OKAY... so now were sliding head first at 30+mph towards a solid intersection ornament head on. Um....Back in 2nd gear, RPM's, out goes the clutch, ebrake to full on, swing the rear end out... Missed the ornament and am now sliding across New York Route 9N/22 at a mere walking speed! Yay. What I didn't see was the SNOWPLOW (yes, big dumptruck with HUGE blade on the front of it) coming over the hill at 40+. I went across the front of that truck with nary a twat hair to spare and came to rest ever so gently against the curb... winter driving sucks ballbag. post script to that... the driver of the snowplow was NOT impressed, however i did get a free soda and bag of munchables from the stop n rob as they witnessed the entire manuever.
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| WarBird69
Location: Eastern TN Gender: Male Total Likes: 335 likes
Atomic Bird of War
| | | Re: Close calls < Reply # 13 on 12/23/2011 1:39 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Driving down I-71 toward Louisville last year just after Thanksgiving, it had been snowing the wet and slushy stuff. It was still coming down, but not all that bad. Sadly, the roads weren't very well taken care of. I'm driving in the left lane going 5-10 MPH faster than those in the right lane (yet still below the speed limit). While passing a semi on the left, the nose of my car barely past it's rear bumper, it decides to throw on it's left turn signal and begin merging into the left lane in one swift motion. My only options were to hold on tight and hope he hears/feels his trailer hitting my car, swerve left into the guard rail, or slam on the brakes and hope for the best. I opt for the latter & hit the brakes hard. ABS immediately kicks in, but unfortunately the road conditions also cause the tires to lose traction. As the semi comes into my lane, narrowly avoiding my car, the rear of my car begins swerving to the left. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I fought to regain control of my car. I fishtailed to the left, then right, then left again, all while maintaining steady pressure on the brakes. As the rear of my car is pointed to the left, the wheels regain traction and I dart into the right lane, then into the right shoulder. I straighten the car out and come to a nice, gentle stop along the shoulder as if I'd just pulled over. I sat for about 10 seconds with my foot buried into the brake pedal white knuckling the steering wheel. I put the car in park, turned my hazard flashers on, and sat there a good 10 minutes fighting to regain control over my heart and sphincter, pondering how the fuck I managed to avoid hitting anything. Another time I took a curse too fast in my 75 Nova. Ended up with the right wheels in the air for about 2 seconds. Very nearly shit myself. A wreck in that rust bucket would've killed me for sure.
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