post some crash/wreck/close call stories to help cheer me up.
/literally shaking/
post some crash/wreck/close call stories to help cheer me up.
/literally shaking/
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You dead? No? Then nothing of value was truly lost
>nothing of value was truly lost
this
I'm not shitting on Z31s, but I mean that it can be repaired.
>driving in a thicc snow
>turning around on a narrow street for some reason
>look back, ask myself 'wonder if that's a snow filled ditch'
>keep backing up
>back right into the snow filled ditch
A tow truck happened to drive by about 10 minutes later, and he yanked me out, no real damage, snow was nice and soft.
>Driving my freshly bought shitbox $400 S10
>First snow of the season
>Never drove anything weighing more than 2700lbs
>Go to brake
>lol no
>What? WHAT?
>Car stopped up at street light
>Try and remember everything i've ever learned about performance driving
>Wheels can't turn while they're locked
>Let off the brake and turn onto someone's tree lawn
>Avoid car and don't fuck up lawn too bad because the ground was frozen
lol nearly shit myself.
This basically, the beauty of steel is that it can be bent back into shape.
You're alive OP, that's the most important part.
Here's another winter favorite
>Work innamall
>Rode CBR250R to work that day
>Snowy out
>Well shit
>Go out at the end of the night
>4" of snow on the ground
>WHELP! I put on my robe and wizard hat
>ride home super careful
>Gloves are inadequate
>fuck my hands are cold
>Helmet fogs up
>Look down on freeway
>60MPH in 4" of snow on an unplowed freeway
>lol i'm not going to make it home
>somehow make it about a mile from my house in 2nd gear
>go to pull clutch in for 3rd
>clutch won't work
>wait
>that's not the clutch, that's my hand
>can't move my hand anymore
>go home revving the piss out of my bike
>get inside and try and pull glove off
>Won't budge and fucking hurts
>Glove is frozen to hand
>Put hand with glove under hot water
>Hurts like i'm grabbing a hot grill
>Glove loosens and slips off
>Unbearable fucking burning pain
>Fingers start moving again but no gripstrength
>Keep my hand under water till it doesn't hurt anymore
>As the week progresses, my hand turns white and all my skin dries up and sheds off
>Thank my lucky stars none of my hand turned black
>96 Pontiac Grand Prix.
>took a highway exit too fast
>queue understeer
>fly off road and into ditch
>Its my dads car
>ohshitohshitohshit
>drive out of ditch and find empty parking lot to calm down.
>pull loads of weeds and grass clumps out of rims and fender.
>never told anybody
If frame damage than RIP Z31
>be 20 driving home from work
>take backroads
>uneventful for miles
>pull up to an intersection with a light
>it's located in such a way that traffic is obscured to my right until they crest the hill the light rest on top of
>I'll be crossing the busy street to the other side
>light turns green
>Gas gas gas
>dumb fucking roastie in a mail truck CRV runs the red light and comes barreling through the intersection
>I see at just the right second and brake HARD and yank my steering wheel to the left as hard as I could
>I miss the car by INCHES as she passes by me cluelessly until I lay on my horn FURIOUSLY while shouting at her Dustin Hoffman style
>if I waited a split second longer I'd have been T-boned
Sorry if the story sounds fragmented and shitty, I'm terrible at story telling.
at least it was not a turbo you wrecked