Do you recall the most terrifying moment of your life?
skibum609
Massachusetts
January 2005. Wife and I pick up a brand new Jeep Compass at the Denver airport. 9 miles on the odometer. I then find out that while Crested Butte ski area may be less than 225 miles from Denver as they advertise, its meaningless when you find out its over 250 from the airport. Nevertheless at 9:00 pm we start driving, having been awake for 25 hours. trying to make time we are screaming down I-70 at 85 mph when a sense of foreboding fills me.
I see a huge field to my left and as the snow storm departs the wind is howling. Too late it dawns on me what is happening: the wind has blown 2.5 feet of snow across the highway and while we slowed to 65 before we hit the wall of snow; I felt the steering wheel twist in my hand and suddenly we are sliding sidewise in an SUV at 65 anmdto makew it worse the rear end of the car is actually ahead of the front.
As we slide towards the Jersey barriers I carnk the wheel around and then in a flash, the barriers are gone and we are now slidong down the highway, again with the rear end going first, but this time heading towards the Jersey barriers on the opposite side of the rode. In a flash they are now gone ansd yes, bakc the other way. 6 Times we head towards the barriers and 6 times we miss and we come to a stop unscathed. As I start driving again my Wife looks at me and quietly says: "Don't do thgat again".
8 times in my life I have been in a car which was in an accident going between 55 - 95 mph. I have been stabbed in the side in a fight; I have fallen 30 feet off a cliff skiing; I have been over 150 in a car and 140 mph riding a motorcycle. I have never once in my life, other than that drive in Denver, felt a terrifying fear of dying.
I see a huge field to my left and as the snow storm departs the wind is howling. Too late it dawns on me what is happening: the wind has blown 2.5 feet of snow across the highway and while we slowed to 65 before we hit the wall of snow; I felt the steering wheel twist in my hand and suddenly we are sliding sidewise in an SUV at 65 anmdto makew it worse the rear end of the car is actually ahead of the front.
As we slide towards the Jersey barriers I carnk the wheel around and then in a flash, the barriers are gone and we are now slidong down the highway, again with the rear end going first, but this time heading towards the Jersey barriers on the opposite side of the rode. In a flash they are now gone ansd yes, bakc the other way. 6 Times we head towards the barriers and 6 times we miss and we come to a stop unscathed. As I start driving again my Wife looks at me and quietly says: "Don't do thgat again".
8 times in my life I have been in a car which was in an accident going between 55 - 95 mph. I have been stabbed in the side in a fight; I have fallen 30 feet off a cliff skiing; I have been over 150 in a car and 140 mph riding a motorcycle. I have never once in my life, other than that drive in Denver, felt a terrifying fear of dying.
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So my reactions were shoddier and I tried to pass a car in front of me, but it decided to also change lanes at the same time I did (no idea why) and I panic jerked the wheel and unintentionally did donuts on the highway. When the car stopped, I was on the shoulder and facing the complete opposite direction of traffic.
For a short moment while this had happened, I thought I was about to slam into someone or something and die. Thankfully, both the car and I were okay.
I’ve developed better habits since then on long trips.
Now If I can only clear this women hurdle
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Does that count? I drive like a grandma and I've never been in an accident.
I panicked and hit the gas pedal, barely escaping the bus and driving at an angle onto the opposite shoulder.
My life truly flashed before my eyes.
I'm in the riding position with no motorcycle under me. Not fun anymore. Tumbling down the road hoping I'm not going to be paralyzed when I stop sliding.
At some point (down to 30 mph), I'm on my back, determined to stay there, arched my back a bit to stay sliding on boots, helmet, and but.
When I stopped, took inventory, got up. One broken bone in left hand (my only non-surgical scar where bone came through). Slight bleeding on right bun, kept my deeply scratched leather wallet (that saved my left bun that fate) for a while. Not fun.
My motor seized coming into the face of a big jump. I separated myself from the bike in the air and then it was lights out.
I woke up in the hospital finding out I had broke both arms and my foot.
That’s not the scariest part...
Once I was released I had to figure out how to wipe my own ass hobbling around with a moon boot and two casts that went past the elbow.
That was scary! Lmao
First one was in the hay field putting up hay just after a rain. The damn hay bails were about 120 lb each instead of the regular 80 lb. as the tractor came by, I tossed the hay bail up and the wet ground made me slip under the tractor/ trailer. The driver did not see me go down and proceed to drive all 6 axels/tires over my body, literally one inch below my naughty bits. The event proceeded to fracture my leg. Fucking pissed me off.
Second. The following year, I was sitting on the back of the hay truck as the drunk bastards driving it was doing 60 miles an hour on a winding road with rocky ditches for shoulders. They proceeded to drive off the road, tossing my ass onto/into the shoulder. I did a perfect front break fall as learned in my martial arts, slid for about 50 yards in the ditch, seeing my body narrowly missing boulders, logs and glass. Before coming to a stop, I counted 3 nails of hay hit me on the head. I saw the truck topple 3/4 the way over, then somehow regain its balance to upright itself. Had it turned over, it would have crushed me. When I finally stopped, I laid there for for seemed like hours. I felt nothing. No pain. Nothing. I thought that I had broken every bone in my body and was paralyzed vs I was dead and couldn’t feel my body because I was dead. I finally snapped out of my shock, stood up, took my glove off to reveal a tiny scratch on my pinky finger. Started laughing hysterically because I was alright!
The following year, I decided to dig graves instead of put up hay!
The one that stands out happened while driving. It may be difficult to paint the picture accurately but I will give it a try...
Where I used to live there was a curvy and sort of hilly 2 lane road with fairly wide shoulders to get there. I drove thos way every day for about 10 years or so. On one of the curves you were going down hill going into the curve and there was a narrow short bridge in the curve. Even after driving this road for years I never noticed a small dirt roar that went to the left just before the bridge until one day there was a big truck stopped waiting to turn left onto it. There was a tractor trailer coming in the opposite direction. I was driving an older 1 ton truck with a trailer and had some weight on it, but I was not loaded to capacity and my windows down.
I had not had the truck long and I am figuring out right now the brakes were not as good as they could be ( pre antilock and not the proper brake pads). I was on the brakes hard but I was not going to get stopped in time, especially with the extra weight and the fact that I was going down hill. My tires were screeching and and I would have probably hit the stopped truck at between 40 and 50 mph (concrete truck with a thick steel bumper that would not be going anywhere if I hit it).
I looked at the oncoming semi truck coming my way and made a split second decision to try the single dumbest driving maneuver ever. I jerked the steering wheel to the left and passed the stopped truck o steady of hitting it. I jerked the wheel to the left again as I cleared the bridge and onto the shoulder. Once the trailer cleared the bridge I gave the steering wheel a hard right to drift it off to the left and I ended up swinging the it to about a 45° angle on my left. Then a mother hard left to keep the trailer from hitting the drivers side of the truck. As I am doing this I looked in my passenger side mirror and I thought for sure the semi was going to hit the trailer. It missed by a few feet. At the same time I am hearing the semi's horn blaring at me.
I got my vehicle under control and came to a stop safely on the wrong side of the road. I probably sat there at least 5 minutes. When I sort of regained my composure and my heart was not jumping out of my chest I realized I did not have my seatbelt on.
Surprisingly I still had on clean underwear after all that.
She tells me to cum inside her because she is on her period and can't get pregnant.
Yep, month later she's late and starts insinuating she is with child and I'm the baby daddy.
I did not sleep an entire week thinking I would have to be linked this woman for life.
False alarm. Gave me a new perspective on having sex with someone I don't care for just to get laid.
After college - I was living in a house with 3 other guys. I didn't know the one dude who owned the house, and he seemed very shady. He would rent the spare bedroom to some real lowlife if he needed extra cash.
He rented it to a guy named Deeno, who seemed a bit off. This guy was a big cocaine user - and a miserable drunk the rest of the time.
There was a big freezer in the basement, which was never used. It was odd - but Deeno was down in the basement a lot - and we just thought he was snorting or shooting up down there.
We had no idea what happened - but Deeno and the owner were gone for several days - and there was a horrific odor in the house. After a week the odor was like the smell of death. The stench is coming from the basement - and when we open the door - its horrific.
We decide to see what's going on - and see what died in the basement. We had no idea what we might find down there. I still remember thinking how fucked up Deeno was - and how awful it stunk going down those steps.
The smell was from the freezer. There were garbage bags filled with the body of a slaughtered deer in the freezer. The other guys were too high to remember to plug the freezer in. So the meat rotted in the heat.
It was awful opening the first bag and seeing the rotting carcass - and thinking of what it might be....
I've finished in there a couple times on with the one partner on intentional special occasions, then have personally accompanied her to go buy Plan B. She doesn't like how it messes with her, and doesn't want to do both control, so we don't do it more often.
Long story short, that's not something I mess around with. I don't need that scare.
Obviously pre-OSHA days. And I did need a change of underwear.
heart tests
run within 4 months. I should have died. I am still in such bad shape I have not be able to go clubbing since. I hope I make it back.
akout two years ago in LA while driving a big truck after dark as i started a lane change (after checking the mirror) i got sideswiped by a fast passing honda car on my right (which i did not see because he was driving super fast...) it caused me to swerve uncontrolably across the my side of the freeway. Fortunately I did not roll over or hit anybody else and regained control. and nobody was hurt. (and no clothing was soiled.) and the CHP did not find me at fault. they had downloaded the honda computer speed info and saw the very excessive speed the teen driver was going at the moment of impact. but i lost my part time job because the company said it was 'preventable'. it was time to retire anyway.
Sorry
The summer I was 18, I had no job, no prospects, and folks wanted my pot smoking ass out of the house. My uncle had some grunt work for me, so they put me on a bus to Klamath Falls, couple hundred miles away over the mountains. Busting out walls and partitions in the basement was kinda fun; jackhammering sidewalks, and pick and shoveling though hard dry dirt (to reinforce and waterproof a foundation wall) was not.
When I was done I went to hitchhike back to Eugene. Got a ride over the pass with this family, but then they stopped for a picnic at a waterfall overlook. I could not get a ride from there; with a 6% grade and curves, and no good pullover, cars couldn’t stop if they wanted to. Around the corner and into the tunnel they flew. Only plan left, I had to jog through the tunnel to get to a better hitchhiking spot. There was a curb and sidewalk next to the 2 lanes. I started running.
I’m a couple hundred yards in, right in the middle of the tunnel, when this stupid, drunk on his ass (hole) idiot stops his car, opens this window, and yells “Hey, kid, need a ride?” AIR HORN!! FUCK!! NO!! An 18 wheeler, with its mega-tons of momentum comes roaring down the hill thru the tunnel ! Somehow the truck driver swerves into the uphill lane, horn on the whole time, and back into his lane. Mister drinker doesn’t even seem to notice! “Well, hop in” he slurs. Knowing trucks sometimes travel in pairs, I’m like done, slam, go, go, go. My heart is gonna explode, if he doesn’t get this Rambler going…, finally we’re out in the sunshine. And I can’t stop thinking how long the fire would have closed the tunnel if a truck (or even a car) had been climbing up the mountain. That air horn was a bad memory for some time.
First logging road we come to, I say this is my stop. Let me out of here.
The cars and motor scooters in this city obey no laws of God or man.