| Anyone Ever Had A Fright 01:25 - Jun 14 with 3615 views | Boston |
...in their motor? Experienced a couple of close calls myself, this morning produced another one. Driving down Rte 3 toward the Cape when the mega vehicle in front of me blows a tyre, I actually see it explode, debris everywhere, bouncing off my truck like rubber bullets.Worse again, the other driver had difficulty retaining control, veered into crash barrier running down the median and starts this left to right dance losing parts all over the highway, me being the recipient of various sized bodywork! Thought he was going to roll but fortunately the bloke pulled it up on the hard shoulder. High energy start to the day. |  |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 01:46 - Jun 14 with 3607 views | FredManRave |
In about '87 me and my Bro were bombing down the M23 between Crawley and Gatwick in his clapped out old Fiat Mirafiori doing over 100mph when BAM. No we didn't get hit by Batman. The right rear tyre blew. The "BAM" was bad enough but then the constant banging as the tyre disintregated was just as worse. Fortunately it was daytime and dry and nobody else was on the road so he managed to control the car and get us onto the hard shoulder. That was the easy bit over with. Changing the wheel was proving near impossible. Couldn't get the bugger off, finally I managed to pull it off but fell into the first lane as a result and felt the whosh on the back of my head as an articulated lorry came thundering past. Missed me by a fine margin! |  |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 07:27 - Jun 14 with 3522 views | Bluce_Ree |
I fell asleep driving on the M6. Was woken up by those rumble bump things at the side of the lanes. When I woke up and look d, I was doing 105mph. Still freaks me out thinking about it now. |  |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 07:45 - Jun 14 with 3512 views | rrrspricey |
Used to be a dispatch rider back in the day so having a fright was pretty much a daily occurance.
Worse one other than the big off that left me in icu in Guys (not technically a fright as don't remember it) was when my rear tyre blew on the A2 by Danson Interchange, still don't know to this day how I kept it upright! |  | | |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 07:57 - Jun 14 with 3498 views | stowmarketrange |
As a supposedly professional truck driver I've had a few near misses over the years.As for falling asleep,I know that it has happened to me a few times,but it hasn't been for any length of time luckily.We now have trucks that have the lane warning alarms on them,but they don't half scare the sh@t out of you so a lot of drivers turn them off.
I find Iron Maiden at full blast tends to do the job just as well.And nobody can hear how badly you sing. |  | | |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 08:11 - Jun 14 with 3488 views | ozranger |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 01:46 - Jun 14 by FredManRave |
In about '87 me and my Bro were bombing down the M23 between Crawley and Gatwick in his clapped out old Fiat Mirafiori doing over 100mph when BAM. No we didn't get hit by Batman. The right rear tyre blew. The "BAM" was bad enough but then the constant banging as the tyre disintregated was just as worse. Fortunately it was daytime and dry and nobody else was on the road so he managed to control the car and get us onto the hard shoulder. That was the easy bit over with. Changing the wheel was proving near impossible. Couldn't get the bugger off, finally I managed to pull it off but fell into the first lane as a result and felt the whosh on the back of my head as an articulated lorry came thundering past. Missed me by a fine margin! |
I had a similar problem travelling interstate to a game here in Oz. I now carry a mallet in the boot. |  | | |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 08:43 - Jun 14 with 3458 views | Metallica_Hoop |
Taking out the windsceen of a 2L Rover before the seatbelt dragged me back was a bit hairy.
We wrote off the stationary Range Rover in front which then travelled 20 yards and hit the car in from of it.
Glad I have a hard head. |  |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 08:50 - Jun 14 with 3442 views | BazzaInTheLoft |
About a month ago I was in the motor listening to the football results, and I thought I'd have to cough up £5k to LBLock... |  | | |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 11:21 - Jun 14 with 3358 views | cyprusmel |
Rolled over on the motorway in a Ford Anglia after a puncture.
Had a front wheel come off a Hillman Super Minx on the North Circ about an hour after a service.
Break failure on my Bedford Ice cream van 50 yards from the garage in Kingsbury which had just serviced it (different garage by the way).
Front passenger in a Mini on the North Circ when a stone hit the windscreen and shattered it. It didn't break but you couldn't see out which caused a bit of a problem.
In 1963 on a new Vespa GS aquaplaned on the Western Avenue in the rush hour in torrential rain going towards the Savoy and was sideways on to the traffic for a few seconds before it came back straight again. If I had come off then I would not be writing this now. | | | |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 12:16 - Jun 14 with 3314 views | derbyhoop |
One this week.
Driving down a very quiet country lane and as I approached a sharp bend a guy came from the opposite direction at speed (70+km/h), which was far too quick for the road. Managed to swerve onto the grass verge and avoid him. Watched him in the mirror fighting for control on the opposite verge. Had the wife and 2 guests in the car with me.
Brown trousers. |  |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 13:04 - Jun 14 with 3257 views | Tonto |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 12:16 - Jun 14 by derbyhoop |
One this week.
Driving down a very quiet country lane and as I approached a sharp bend a guy came from the opposite direction at speed (70+km/h), which was far too quick for the road. Managed to swerve onto the grass verge and avoid him. Watched him in the mirror fighting for control on the opposite verge. Had the wife and 2 guests in the car with me.
Brown trousers. |
I believe the quality of driving on our streets and motorways is deteriorating year on year. The amount of impatient undertaking, overtaking, driving too close, not signalling, just changing lanes without looking (manoeuvre, think about signalling, not bother with mirror) is increasing.
Yesterday on the way home, I was second vehicle behind a bus stopped at a bus stop. I see this red car speeding up behind me - knew it could never stop, but it just accelerated past both of us and the bus.
I sometimes wish I drove some crap old Volvo tank and instead of reacting, just let them drive into me... maybe that would teach them a lesson? |  |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 13:08 - Jun 14 with 3251 views | WrightUp5hit___ |
Travelling through Switzerland one winter on a snow covered road could see a level crossing about 400m ahead
Lights started flashing , barriers came down.
Braked gently, car slowly slid on. Braked harder , car turned sideways and slid on.
Came to rest sideways,beside barrier as train went by.
Did also go over the Bernina Pass (St Moritz to Italy) during a blizzard. Towards the top road was cut through banks of snow four metres high and as we drove through the banks of snow were collapsing across the road. Way below zero outside, sweating like a dog in the car. |  | | |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 13:50 - Jun 14 with 3211 views | headhoops |
Boxing Day 1983. Four of us on the way home from Filbert Street. Lost 2-1 Lineaker scoring for them. Coming back down the M1 in one of those wedge shaped BL Princesses. Doing 80ish when the bonnet malfunctions and flips wide open completely obscuring all forward visibility for what seems like minutes. Brake like crazy, but the bonnet sheers off and flies over the roof of the car. Amazingly lands on the hard shoulder and no one is hurt. Apart from brother in law who owns the car and has to pay for tow home, repairs etc. Adrenaline is brown.
What a dog of a motor the princess was. |  |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 14:00 - Jun 14 with 3200 views | CroydonCaptJack |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 13:50 - Jun 14 by headhoops |
Boxing Day 1983. Four of us on the way home from Filbert Street. Lost 2-1 Lineaker scoring for them. Coming back down the M1 in one of those wedge shaped BL Princesses. Doing 80ish when the bonnet malfunctions and flips wide open completely obscuring all forward visibility for what seems like minutes. Brake like crazy, but the bonnet sheers off and flies over the roof of the car. Amazingly lands on the hard shoulder and no one is hurt. Apart from brother in law who owns the car and has to pay for tow home, repairs etc. Adrenaline is brown.
What a dog of a motor the princess was. |
The exact same thing happened to my brother and I in the 80s late one night. We were going pretty fast and he just slammed the brakes on and tried to pull over but obviously couldn't see so we mounted the kerb (which was a particularly high one as it was on a bypass). The bonnet literally wrapped itself around our windscreen. Very scary and it tuned out to be a fault bonnet catch. It was a MK 3 Escort. |  | | |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 14:36 - Jun 14 with 3173 views | enfieldargh |
I've survived two head on collisions at speed, God knows how I'm still here |  |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 14:59 - Jun 14 with 3156 views | danehoop |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 14:36 - Jun 14 by enfieldargh |
I've survived two head on collisions at speed, God knows how I'm still here |
Once on West End Road in Ruislip.
Once going around the corner towards the Rugby club when it was very icy and snowy. My car (mk5 cortina) just went on going straight on the other side of the road and nothing I could do as another car was coming the other way. He has pretty much same thing happen to him and we both went across the front of each other without touching by centimetres at most. I then bounced off kerb on the other side of the road missing two cars before coming to a stop, he did the same the other side. We both stopped, got out looked at each both pale as the snow, each put a thumb and got back in cars and drove off.
Remember aquaplaning in my Austin Allegro between Ruislip and Chalfont in heavy rain having just come off M40 on way to work in CSP, was doing about 60-70 (in an Allegro!!) at about 7AM and was pretty much the only car on the road. As I came off the bend it became quickly apparent that the road was a great deal wetter than the M40 and I started to lose control. and skid/veer towards verge on passenger side before a big bridge. Lucky I was already losing speed and avoid breaking sufficiently that the car came back under control after a few seconds (which felt like hours) and I was able to guide myself back towards the left hand lane before going into what I think was verge.
In both cases i just remember how frightening it was to have so very little control over what was happening and just thinking it was all up. Definitely squeaky bum time in both cases. |  |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 15:04 - Jun 14 with 3148 views | Boston |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 11:21 - Jun 14 by cyprusmel |
Rolled over on the motorway in a Ford Anglia after a puncture.
Had a front wheel come off a Hillman Super Minx on the North Circ about an hour after a service.
Break failure on my Bedford Ice cream van 50 yards from the garage in Kingsbury which had just serviced it (different garage by the way).
Front passenger in a Mini on the North Circ when a stone hit the windscreen and shattered it. It didn't break but you couldn't see out which caused a bit of a problem.
In 1963 on a new Vespa GS aquaplaned on the Western Avenue in the rush hour in torrential rain going towards the Savoy and was sideways on to the traffic for a few seconds before it came back straight again. If I had come off then I would not be writing this now. |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 14:15 - Jun 16 with 2894 views | TimNiceBut |
My major off was back in ’94. I was heading off to work on my Yamaha XV750, the proper one that looked like a motorbike not the tart’s handbag that it has now morphed into. I’d gone maybe 5 miles down the local country lanes that I knew particularly well. As I approached a left hand bend, which half way round I would have to fork off on to a slip road for the A31, I drifted to the right hand side of my lane, as you do in such situations. I was doing around 50 mph when ……. Coming the other way was a bloomin’ great, bright red, double decker bus on my side of the road. I’d say he was doing over 30 mph. It’s at this point that time seems to slow right down. I knew if I hit the brakes the bike would want to stand up and go straight — and I would hit the bus head on. I knew if I continued with my current trajectory I would hit the bus head on. I thought if I accelerated and got my knee down I might just be able to tighten up my corner and slip down the inside of the bus.
I almost made it, my bike hit the front corner of the bus. I was thrown over the handlebars and smeared down the side of the bus. I could see the look on the drivers face as I slid along the side of the bus before hitting the road hard. The bus then ran over my foot. I lay in the middle of the road, half way round a country bend, and I hurt — lots. Adrenaline was still coursing through my veins and I knew I needed to get out of the road before anything else came around the corner. So I managed to crawl to the grass verge.
This is where it all got a bit surreal. I lay in the grass and my knee hurt like a b’stard, blood oozing through my jeans. My wrists hurt where I’d been flipped over the handlebars and for some reason so did my thumbs. My foot was throbbing like Mr Throbby McThrobby Face on a particularly throbby day where the bus had run over it, not across the top but across the width. In doing so it had turned my boot into a mean impression of an ice skate, the sole had been folded in half and stayed in that shape. The bus driver stayed firmly ensconced in the bus. I lay there and could see my bike laying on it’s side in the gutter. From my position I saw it front on and remember thinking it didn’t look too badly damaged and I should be able to get it back together for my trip to a bike demo in Paris on that weekend.
Eventually a couple of cars arrived and two women tentatively approached my supine body. One decided to remove my helmet (ooer mrs), a text book mistake. I knew this was a bad thing to do and tried to tell her so, but my murmurings were clearly not registering. So, as she wrestled with my helmet strap I heard a new arrival shouting “Dave, Dave, that’s Dave”. She shoved her way through the growing crowd and arrived at my side just as the first ‘good’ Samaritan wrenched my helmet off. “Oh, you’re not Dave” she said, giving me a look of total and utter disdain before turning tail and disappearing.
Just then a passing ambulance arrived, they were on their way back to base and just happened to stumble across the melee. ‘Good’ Samaritan was admonished and left glaring. My boots were cut off with what looked too much like a blood stained machete for comfort, as was the leg of my jeans. My leg was then put in a giant balloon thing. Once they’d done their initial bit I was given gas and air. Good old gas and air, when mixed with adrenaline and endorphins make the world a much more pleasant place. They got me in the back of the ambulance just as the first policeman arrived. He made sure I was ok, went off to talk to the bus driver, came back and told me the bus driver was in shock, and said I would have to make a statement later when I was feeling better. He was good cop. However, a few minutes later bad cop arrives. He tells me that unless I admit liability there and now he would not give the ambulance permission to leave and take me to A&E. Did I mention the gas and air? Wonderful stuff, numbs the pain and makes you all light headed and loose tongued. I listened to the paramedics telling Mr Policeman that his approach was somewhat suspect. I beckoned him over, he leant forward to take my statement. I smiled at him, licked my dry lips and muttered these immortal words “Go stick your head up a dead man’s bum” and then I beamed at him while requesting more gas and air. He got his own back by refusing to allow me to call a recovery chap I knew to get my bike taken away and got his own ‘mate’ in who charged me for recovery and storage. He was also not interested that someone had stolen my padlock and chain that I carried over my shoulder in them days. The bus was also towed away, which made me feel a bit better.
I was eventually allowed to leave for the hospital, but not before good cop came and removed bad cop. Turns out I had various cuts and bruises, sprains and strains, and a broken big toe.
As far as getting my bike fixed within the week, well on closer inspection there was a bit of superficial damage: The front wheel was snapped in half, both fork legs were snapped in half, the headstock was torn out of the frame, half of the front wheel had embedded itself into the engine ripping the exhaust out complete with various bits of engine barrel. The seat had a rip in it and one of the tank badges was smashed but the tank had no dents or scratches — weird. So it didn’t make it to Paris, but I did. It was a mighty fine demonstration that grid locked Paris. I went on the back of another bike, on crutches wearing baseball boots with the toe section removed on one foot. My knee absolutely caned during the entire time I was away. The guy who gave me the lift was as good as gold and heled me on and off the bike etc. Couldn’t fault him until we got back to dear old blighty when he got off the bike and stood on my exposed broken toe. When I got home there was a note from the doctor saying to call immediately as they had found traces of the flesh eating bug in the swap from my knee. Which explained the extreme pain and heat in my knee. It didn’t half hurt. Eventually they decided my broken toe didn’t need a nail so they called me in to have it removed. Local anaesthetic applied the doctor asked if I’d like to “have a go” with the pliers to pull it out. Unsurprisingly I declined.
All things considered I was a tad lucky.
I can now tell the weather is changing by the ache in my knee, my toe, my wrists and my elbows.
Tim Nice But …. Who Needs Michael Fish? |  |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 14:45 - Jun 16 with 2874 views | hubble |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 07:45 - Jun 14 by rrrspricey |
Used to be a dispatch rider back in the day so having a fright was pretty much a daily occurance.
Worse one other than the big off that left me in icu in Guys (not technically a fright as don't remember it) was when my rear tyre blew on the A2 by Danson Interchange, still don't know to this day how I kept it upright! |
Also used to be a dispatch rider, so I concur on the daily occurrence, a scary job you're lucky to survive intact.
Aged about 11 my mum drove onto the wrong side of an autoroute with me, my bro and a friend in the back of our minivan. We were struck by a car travelling about 80mph, span 3 times in the middle of the autoroute and came to a rest with cars streaming around us. I remember all us screaming. Amazingly no one had a scratch.
Similar to others had a blowout once, driving along the Hyde Park Corner underpass, car span out of control and somehow I managed to bring it to a rest in the lefthand lane after watching the horrified expressions of another car that swerved round me as I span. Massive adrenalin rush hit me and my girlfriend after I managed to drive my old Golf out of the underpass and park in a side road.
Last one for now (far too many to write about here) - riding my lovely Honda 400/4 back from an open day at Warwick Uni (I didn't go there) in the pouring rain, the notoriously poor in the wet disc brake failed to work as I approached the first traffic lights in miles on the A40, with a red signal. I was doing about 60 so I had no choice but to try and aim in between the traffic crossing at right angles to me and thanks to my already overworked guardian angel, I made it. But boy was it close. |  |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 11:44 - Jun 17 with 2752 views | Boston |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 14:15 - Jun 16 by TimNiceBut |
My major off was back in ’94. I was heading off to work on my Yamaha XV750, the proper one that looked like a motorbike not the tart’s handbag that it has now morphed into. I’d gone maybe 5 miles down the local country lanes that I knew particularly well. As I approached a left hand bend, which half way round I would have to fork off on to a slip road for the A31, I drifted to the right hand side of my lane, as you do in such situations. I was doing around 50 mph when ……. Coming the other way was a bloomin’ great, bright red, double decker bus on my side of the road. I’d say he was doing over 30 mph. It’s at this point that time seems to slow right down. I knew if I hit the brakes the bike would want to stand up and go straight — and I would hit the bus head on. I knew if I continued with my current trajectory I would hit the bus head on. I thought if I accelerated and got my knee down I might just be able to tighten up my corner and slip down the inside of the bus.
I almost made it, my bike hit the front corner of the bus. I was thrown over the handlebars and smeared down the side of the bus. I could see the look on the drivers face as I slid along the side of the bus before hitting the road hard. The bus then ran over my foot. I lay in the middle of the road, half way round a country bend, and I hurt — lots. Adrenaline was still coursing through my veins and I knew I needed to get out of the road before anything else came around the corner. So I managed to crawl to the grass verge.
This is where it all got a bit surreal. I lay in the grass and my knee hurt like a b’stard, blood oozing through my jeans. My wrists hurt where I’d been flipped over the handlebars and for some reason so did my thumbs. My foot was throbbing like Mr Throbby McThrobby Face on a particularly throbby day where the bus had run over it, not across the top but across the width. In doing so it had turned my boot into a mean impression of an ice skate, the sole had been folded in half and stayed in that shape. The bus driver stayed firmly ensconced in the bus. I lay there and could see my bike laying on it’s side in the gutter. From my position I saw it front on and remember thinking it didn’t look too badly damaged and I should be able to get it back together for my trip to a bike demo in Paris on that weekend.
Eventually a couple of cars arrived and two women tentatively approached my supine body. One decided to remove my helmet (ooer mrs), a text book mistake. I knew this was a bad thing to do and tried to tell her so, but my murmurings were clearly not registering. So, as she wrestled with my helmet strap I heard a new arrival shouting “Dave, Dave, that’s Dave”. She shoved her way through the growing crowd and arrived at my side just as the first ‘good’ Samaritan wrenched my helmet off. “Oh, you’re not Dave” she said, giving me a look of total and utter disdain before turning tail and disappearing.
Just then a passing ambulance arrived, they were on their way back to base and just happened to stumble across the melee. ‘Good’ Samaritan was admonished and left glaring. My boots were cut off with what looked too much like a blood stained machete for comfort, as was the leg of my jeans. My leg was then put in a giant balloon thing. Once they’d done their initial bit I was given gas and air. Good old gas and air, when mixed with adrenaline and endorphins make the world a much more pleasant place. They got me in the back of the ambulance just as the first policeman arrived. He made sure I was ok, went off to talk to the bus driver, came back and told me the bus driver was in shock, and said I would have to make a statement later when I was feeling better. He was good cop. However, a few minutes later bad cop arrives. He tells me that unless I admit liability there and now he would not give the ambulance permission to leave and take me to A&E. Did I mention the gas and air? Wonderful stuff, numbs the pain and makes you all light headed and loose tongued. I listened to the paramedics telling Mr Policeman that his approach was somewhat suspect. I beckoned him over, he leant forward to take my statement. I smiled at him, licked my dry lips and muttered these immortal words “Go stick your head up a dead man’s bum” and then I beamed at him while requesting more gas and air. He got his own back by refusing to allow me to call a recovery chap I knew to get my bike taken away and got his own ‘mate’ in who charged me for recovery and storage. He was also not interested that someone had stolen my padlock and chain that I carried over my shoulder in them days. The bus was also towed away, which made me feel a bit better.
I was eventually allowed to leave for the hospital, but not before good cop came and removed bad cop. Turns out I had various cuts and bruises, sprains and strains, and a broken big toe.
As far as getting my bike fixed within the week, well on closer inspection there was a bit of superficial damage: The front wheel was snapped in half, both fork legs were snapped in half, the headstock was torn out of the frame, half of the front wheel had embedded itself into the engine ripping the exhaust out complete with various bits of engine barrel. The seat had a rip in it and one of the tank badges was smashed but the tank had no dents or scratches — weird. So it didn’t make it to Paris, but I did. It was a mighty fine demonstration that grid locked Paris. I went on the back of another bike, on crutches wearing baseball boots with the toe section removed on one foot. My knee absolutely caned during the entire time I was away. The guy who gave me the lift was as good as gold and heled me on and off the bike etc. Couldn’t fault him until we got back to dear old blighty when he got off the bike and stood on my exposed broken toe. When I got home there was a note from the doctor saying to call immediately as they had found traces of the flesh eating bug in the swap from my knee. Which explained the extreme pain and heat in my knee. It didn’t half hurt. Eventually they decided my broken toe didn’t need a nail so they called me in to have it removed. Local anaesthetic applied the doctor asked if I’d like to “have a go” with the pliers to pull it out. Unsurprisingly I declined.
All things considered I was a tad lucky.
I can now tell the weather is changing by the ache in my knee, my toe, my wrists and my elbows.
Tim Nice But …. Who Needs Michael Fish? |
...you missed the bit where the bus driver tried to charge you for the ride. | |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 17:08 - Jun 18 with 2589 views | TimNiceBut |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 11:44 - Jun 17 by Boston |
...you missed the bit where the bus driver tried to charge you for the ride. |
They denied liability and I ended up with nowt but a mangled bike. So I guess you could say they charged me for the ride. The bus company did phone me a few days later to see how I was. I replied by asking how their bus was. The only consolation I had was knowing it had to be towed away.
Tim Nice But.... Bitter? Moi? | |
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 21:48 - Jun 18 with 2512 views | Copenranger |
Two different incidents come to mind..
Driving 20-25mph on an empty sidestreet a couple days ago. Suddenly a 5-6 years old kid on a bike shoots out between parked cars right in front of me. Slammed the brakes and just missed him.
Very happy I wasn't tuning the radio, looking at girls in summer skirts or whatever, or I would've run him over 100%.
Offroad motorcycle crash in the middle of nowhere in Cambodia 8-9 years ago, was probably my closest call. Went in to a ditch, that appeared out of nowhere (like the kid) at high speed. At the moment it happened I was pretty convinced, I wouldn't come out of it alive, but "survived" with cuts, bruises, torn clothes and a stomach ache for a month or two..
As soon as he'd made sure, that I was alive, the guy I was riding with (that knew the area) suggested something like: "Couldn't you just've hit the throttle and jump the ditch..??"
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| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 23:17 - Jun 18 with 2491 views | MKQPR |
Going back about 8 years we were going to Dublin for 1 night for my older brothers 21st had to be back the next day for a family party. we were in a couple of cars heading down the M1 to Luton airport. I was in the back of one of his mates Suzuki Jimny and my brother was following down behind he tried to call to say some bolts were coming off the Suzuki but as he did we veered from the outer lane across traffic and into the crash barrier on the hard shoulder with an artic just managing to miss us as we did so. The front axle had completely snapped which is why he lost control luckily nobody was hurt we made it to the airport had an awesome night and flew back ready for the party. We later found out my brothers idiot mate was using the 4x4 for offroading as well which is why the axle was knackered.
Another incident i had was about 1 1/2 ago. I was driving the work van down a windy country road in heavy rain (granted going a bit too fast for the conditions). A car came round a bend partially on my side of the road. I moved further over and hit the verge which skidded the van and i lost control. I steered into the skid and the van went up on 2 wheels flung the van back the other way went back down on all four head on straight into a ditch between 2 trees facing the opposite way to which i was going. I just covered my face as i went in. I couldn't open either door because of the 2 trees so had to get out through the back. A few inches either way could have been a different story. I got up to the road again and realised i had forgot my smokes so went back for them. i spent 45mins on the phone trying to get hold of my boss in the heavy rain, told him i had put the van in a ditch the first thing out of his mouth was 'is the van alright' needless to say it was quite heated after that but again escaped without a scratch just a bit shaken. |  | | |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 23:35 - Jun 18 with 2477 views | Northernr |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 07:27 - Jun 14 by Bluce_Ree |
I fell asleep driving on the M6. Was woken up by those rumble bump things at the side of the lanes. When I woke up and look d, I was doing 105mph. Still freaks me out thinking about it now. |
Had two like that. One going back to Sheffield after a Boxing Day at Charlton (draw I think, Lee Cook scored a free kick, Blackstock missed a sitter) and having got up at the crack of dawn to get there, and then sat in the freezing away end for 2 hours, on the way back my feet got warm which is like fcking rohypnol for me. Nodded off doing about 50 in steady traffic through the average speed check on the A14 through Huntingdon and I reckon I was asleep for a good minute. Lucky it was straight and boring.
Did exactly the same with a car load, including Lee Camp's old man, on the way back from a Boxing Day at Plymouth. Totally gone approaching the 90 degree turn in the motorway as you approach Exeter, woken by a lot of shouting and swearing.
Nearest one I had though... When I lived in kettering I used to drive back to Sheffield to see the Mrs Friday night, then get the 07.30 train from Sheffield down to London Saturday morning to QPR. Those Friday night commutes were a fcker, particularly as I'd got rid of my very lovely and speedy Seat and replaced it with a Corsa that weighed as much as a house and was powered by a lawnmower engine. It took it years to get it up to any kind of speed so once there I was loathe to bring it back down again. Anyway one night in heavy rain on the M1 I was pegging it down the outside lane far too fast, suddenly a few cars pulled out in to the middle and outside lane in front of me and I was quickly in a situation where the road was absolutely waterlogged, the visibility was non existent, there was spray everywhere, there was a car now about three inches away from the front of mine, I'm doing 90 and I know that if I touch the brake or try and steer it's going to go off so all I could do was come off the gas and hope it all subsided in front of me. When it didn't I slammed the brake on anyway, felt it all lock up, started aqua planing. Still not sure how I got away with that one.
Don't drive any more. I didn't like it and it didn't like me. |  | | |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 08:19 - Jun 20 with 2300 views | kingo |
| Anyone Ever Had A Fright on 17:08 - Jun 18 by TimNiceBut |
They denied liability and I ended up with nowt but a mangled bike. So I guess you could say they charged me for the ride. The bus company did phone me a few days later to see how I was. I replied by asking how their bus was. The only consolation I had was knowing it had to be towed away.
Tim Nice But.... Bitter? Moi? |
I had a similar incident with a bus. I was on my side of the road with a bus approaching a large parked van on his side. Next thing I knew was the bus didn't stop but overtook and hit me head on. Driver stayed sat in his cab. Police turned up and spoke to him and then told me I had to make a statement as I was being charged with dangerous driving. Even though the van was still there and debris and bus on my side of the road. The police report concluded that accident was on centre line of road. My new car was written off and I had to get a solicitor involved as the bus company denied any responsibility. They bus company paid nothing but the charge was dropped. Someone told me they had had a similar outcome with police and bus, all to do with driver losing his job if found to be at fault, so covered up. Only Joe public lose out. |  |
| RIP: Sniffer, Doug and Pat |
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