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Furry Chat => Rants and Advice => Topic started by: The Bovine Rodent on May 04, 2009, 11:00:01 PM
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Vee's thread about almost getting in a car wreck reminded me of the loads of times this has almost happened to me. Just last week, I was crossing at a crosswalk of a fairly large street. A truck slowed to a stop for me from a while off- and the car behind him kept going full speed and slammed into the truck, nearly making it run me over. The person in the other car finished her text, put out her smoke, and started to scream at the truck's driver :shcoked:
This is to be expected, though. I live in Idaho, land of the worst drivers to ever exist anywhere ever. Anyone else feel the need to share their horror stories?
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I thought asians were the worst drivers ever lol (no offense to anybody out there)
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It's not uncommon to find bad drivers in England, Oklahoma, Louisiana... just about anywhere. And in England, the roads are terrible and just wide enough for one US vehicle.
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I accidently rear ended somebody one time. It knocked a little boat propellar they had on the back of their truck off onto the road, where it was then ran over by several vehicles. There are two ironies to that story. Earlier that day somebody had told them that they wish somebody would break it off of there because it looked stupid, and the other was that right when it happened I was listening to Bad Day.
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I think you should've walked over and slapped that girl/woman across the face. :) lol.
Well, you know my recent story but...
I've had another experience like it while driving, but I don't feel like typing a lot...so I'll say that basically it was that I was going the speed limit on my way to our camp in backwoods country here in Maine and there was this long line of cars behind me. I could tell the person right behind me was very impatient and I turned on my blinker to turn LEFT onto the road the camp is on, so the guy passes me on the LEFT side! Luckily my mom warned me about people doing that before I had put on my blinker so I didn't turn until after he passed. It's like, "Hey dumby! I wasn't pulling over to the right for you to PASS me, I was trying to turn LEFT!" It's easy to see that eventually people like that guy will get in accidents.
And my mate is Asian and he does have a lead foot, but other than that, he's not totally a bad driver. (I don't take it as an insult to him.)
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Florida is home to many of those.
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:D LOL that's amazing! I hope when I'm able to drive don't have deal with that, of course I live in Baltimore town of the most aggresive drivers and there is one every day! :shcoked:
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Florida is home to many of those.
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Quite. Florida gets the super slow old people, combined with the crazy people who want to go 90 mph everywhere. x.x
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Oi, see this is why I've not gotten my license yet. I'm 18, and without a license, kind of scared to drive.
[ Caution, somewhat graphic. ]
You see, when I was nine years old, my Dad was taking us to karate to train. I was in the back seat drawing as usual, when I hear my dad cursing at the top of his lungs. I look up to see a car barreling ahead at us. After that, things went black, and when I came to, I felt.. Well, the meat on my head split to the point that it was flopped over and I couldn't open my left eye. I had to hold it with my hand against my head as if I were pressing a rag to my forehead. Blood was pouring everywhere. I remember screaming, then passing out again. When I woke up again, I was on the side of the road, my cousin that was with us had apparently taken me out of the car. There were people crowding around me and handing me towels and telling me to hold them to my face and not to let go... We were taken to the hospital.
I found out that my head had split open.. Wide open, all the way to my skull. I've got a scar from it now that runs from a little past my widow's peak, down my forehead, between my eyebrows, where it hooks above my left eye. My dad had been slowing down to stop at a red light, and a guy tried to beat it. He swung out wide, came thirty feet into our lane and hit us head on.. And to boot, he didn't hit is brakes until he was literally ON TOP of our car. There were skid marks on the hood all the way up.
Anyway, you can't really see the scar anymore. Mostly because I cover it with my hair.
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Florida is home to many of those.
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Quite. Florida gets the super slow old people, combined with the crazy people who want to go 90 mph everywhere. x.x
Those are the teenagers too.
Actually on Monday when me and Andrew were in the back of a cop car we stopped at a accident site.
Three kids from my school crashed right into a bus and the whole front of the car was smashed and under the bus.
+o__O+
Oi, see this is why I've not gotten my license yet. I'm 18, and without a license, kind of scared to drive.
[ Caution, somewhat graphic. ]
You see, when I was nine years old, my Dad was taking us to karate to train. I was in the back seat drawing as usual, when I hear my dad cursing at the top of his lungs. I look up to see a car barreling ahead at us. After that, things went black, and when I came to, I felt.. Well, the meat on my head split to the point that it was flopped over and I couldn't open my left eye. I had to hold it with my hand against my head as if I were pressing a rag to my forehead. Blood was pouring everywhere. I remember screaming, then passing out again. When I woke up again, I was on the side of the road, my cousin that was with us had apparently taken me out of the car. There were people crowding around me and handing me towels and telling me to hold them to my face and not to let go... We were taken to the hospital.
I found out that my head had split open.. Wide open, all the way to my skull. I've got a scar from it now that runs from a little past my widow's peak, down my forehead, between my eyebrows, where it hooks above my left eye. My dad had been slowing down to stop at a red light, and a guy tried to beat it. He swung out wide, came thirty feet into our lane and hit us head on.. And to boot, he didn't hit is brakes until he was literally ON TOP of our car. There were skid marks on the hood all the way up.
Anyway, you can't really see the scar anymore. Mostly because I cover it with my hair.
Omg, thats horrible.
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I'm sorry to hear such misfortune.
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Oi, see this is why I've not gotten my license yet. I'm 18, and without a license, kind of scared to drive.
[ Caution, somewhat graphic. ]
You see, when I was nine years old, my Dad was taking us to karate to train. I was in the back seat drawing as usual, when I hear my dad cursing at the top of his lungs. I look up to see a car barreling ahead at us. After that, things went black, and when I came to, I felt.. Well, the meat on my head split to the point that it was flopped over and I couldn't open my left eye. I had to hold it with my hand against my head as if I were pressing a rag to my forehead. Blood was pouring everywhere. I remember screaming, then passing out again. When I woke up again, I was on the side of the road, my cousin that was with us had apparently taken me out of the car. There were people crowding around me and handing me towels and telling me to hold them to my face and not to let go... We were taken to the hospital.
I found out that my head had split open.. Wide open, all the way to my skull. I've got a scar from it now that runs from a little past my widow's peak, down my forehead, between my eyebrows, where it hooks above my left eye. My dad had been slowing down to stop at a red light, and a guy tried to beat it. He swung out wide, came thirty feet into our lane and hit us head on.. And to boot, he didn't hit is brakes until he was literally ON TOP of our car. There were skid marks on the hood all the way up.
Anyway, you can't really see the scar anymore. Mostly because I cover it with my hair.
To be honest, I don't think I could drive either after experiencing severe trauma like that. I'd be afraid to even get in a car if that happened to me. I feel sorry that this happened to you, Rigor.
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Oi, see this is why I've not gotten my license yet. I'm 18, and without a license, kind of scared to drive.
[ Caution, somewhat graphic. ]
You see, when I was nine years old, my Dad was taking us to karate to train. I was in the back seat drawing as usual, when I hear my dad cursing at the top of his lungs. I look up to see a car barreling ahead at us. After that, things went black, and when I came to, I felt.. Well, the meat on my head split to the point that it was flopped over and I couldn't open my left eye. I had to hold it with my hand against my head as if I were pressing a rag to my forehead. Blood was pouring everywhere. I remember screaming, then passing out again. When I woke up again, I was on the side of the road, my cousin that was with us had apparently taken me out of the car. There were people crowding around me and handing me towels and telling me to hold them to my face and not to let go... We were taken to the hospital.
I found out that my head had split open.. Wide open, all the way to my skull. I've got a scar from it now that runs from a little past my widow's peak, down my forehead, between my eyebrows, where it hooks above my left eye. My dad had been slowing down to stop at a red light, and a guy tried to beat it. He swung out wide, came thirty feet into our lane and hit us head on.. And to boot, he didn't hit is brakes until he was literally ON TOP of our car. There were skid marks on the hood all the way up.
Anyway, you can't really see the scar anymore. Mostly because I cover it with my hair.
To be honest, I don't think I could drive either after experiencing severe trauma like that. I'd be afraid to even get in a car if that happened to me. I feel sorry that this happened to you, Rigor.
Seriously! After something like that, I'd stick to my bike for good. Or at least the bus.
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You guys never have to worry about me being an incompetant driver since I dont plan on being a driver at all :P im just too afraid to drive, i know i would mess up and hurt someone so ill play it safe and use my legs :D
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You guys never have to worry about me being an incompetant driver since I dont plan on being a driver at all :P im just too afraid to drive, i know i would mess up and hurt someone so ill play it safe and use my legs :D
It's not that driving isn't safe, it's just that there are unsafe people that drive. I would fear driving, but in these days, you almost need to drive to survive.(I don't live in a place with public transportation.)
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i never said driving is unsafe, i said that I would probably be an unsafe driver XD, but i know what you mean about it being necessary, i just wish there was another way...
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^ Which is why I stick to snowmobiles. Chances are you'll only hurt yourself on one of them. And God knows I've come close to doing just that...
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^ Which is why I stick to snowmobiles. Chances are you'll only hurt yourself on one of them. And God knows I've come close to doing just that...
Well, I'm not sure how much a snowmobile will help in Texas, but I'll consider it, LOL.
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^ Lol, good point.
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Well, if you're in Maine and driving a snowmobile, chances are you will get severely injured or die...
But that's mainly because this is north-redneck country here and the geniuses up here decide that they should drink a lot before going for a snowmobile ride...they don't seem to understand that "Don't drink and drive" really applies to all vehicles.
Plus, most people drive over the frozen rivers and whatnot and don't realize that sometimes the ice isn't that strong.
*sigh* When will they learn? *hangs head in disappointment*
BUT if it's one of the smart ones and they're not around the incompetent ones, their chances are more around the small injury category.
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Well, if you're in Maine and driving a snowmobile, chances are you will get severely injured or die...
But that's mainly because this is north-redneck country here and the geniuses up here decide that they should drink a lot before going for a snowmobile ride...they don't seem to understand that "Don't drink and drive" really applies to all vehicles.
Plus, most people drive over the frozen rivers and whatnot and don't realize that sometimes the ice isn't that strong.
*sigh* When will they learn? *hangs head in disappointment*
BUT if it's one of the smart ones and they're not around the incompetent ones, their chances are more around the small injury category.
Oh believe me, I'm still fishing beer cans out of the snowmobile my dad gave my. But back to cars, if I lived in Maine, my main driving fear would be hitting Stephen King.
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Well, if you're in Maine and driving a snowmobile, chances are you will get severely injured or die...
But that's mainly because this is north-redneck country here and the geniuses up here decide that they should drink a lot before going for a snowmobile ride...they don't seem to understand that "Don't drink and drive" really applies to all vehicles.
Plus, most people drive over the frozen rivers and whatnot and don't realize that sometimes the ice isn't that strong.
*sigh* When will they learn? *hangs head in disappointment*
BUT if it's one of the smart ones and they're not around the incompetent ones, their chances are more around the small injury category.
Oh believe me, I'm still fishing beer cans out of the snowmobile my dad gave my. But back to cars, if I lived in Maine, my main driving fear would be hitting Stephen King.
I wouldn't much mind it if it were a fender bender that wasn't my fault and I got to meet him. :P
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It's kind of a rare occurence to see Stephen King though...at least in the southern part of Maine, in my opinion. I've never seen him.
So the chances are kind of slim when it comes to getting in an accident with him.
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Im just saying, the last person that hit Steve during his morning walk killed himself...
Random thought, but It is the most horrible/good horror novel I've ever read. Though I hated the beginning...
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I'm sorry to hear about some of the accidents everyone has had/closely avoided. :'(
As for me, I've lost count of times people have drove at >50mph through the middle of a red light (it hadn't just changed, it had been like that for long enough for you to realise not to try and go through it) omg
Or in traffic suddenly turned into the bus lane as a bus I'm on is coming right behind them, resulting in a very near collision and an even worse traffic jam. >_>"
I would also probably be a pretty bad driver, and I prefer to walk/jog/run/take the bus anyway. Now if only I had a bit more stamina, then I could start running everywhere and then start learning how to freerun around where I live. XD
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I'm sorry to hear about some of the accidents everyone has had/closely avoided. :'(
As for me, I've lost count of times people have drove at >50mph through the middle of a red light (it hadn't just changed, it had been like that for long enough for you to realise not to try and go through it) omg
Or in traffic suddenly turned into the bus lane as a bus I'm on is coming right behind them, resulting in a very near collision and an even worse traffic jam. >_>"
I would also probably be a pretty bad driver, and I prefer to walk/jog/run/take the bus anyway. Now if only I had a bit more stamina, then I could start running everywhere and then start learning how to freerun around where I live. XD
well, you could always start training for stamina...
as for bad drivers, i guess i'm lucky. i never really got into any (near) accidents or whatever.
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Tch, I HATE bad drivers! I HATE THEM SO MUCH I COULD...wait...I'm a bad driver. I take all that back.
I've seen some bad drivers, yeah. I almost got tagged by some loser who couldn't wait the 3.5 seconds it would've taken for me to get past him to turn. But I can't really talk.
This one time, at band camp...I mean on my way to school I was putting on a CD (mistake #1) and tagged a guy from behind not-too-gently (mistake number 2). He walked out and I expelled a series of expletives and apologies until I...forgot to put my car in park, got up, and tagged him lightly again. Mistake number 3. Fortunately, the guy was nice enough to let me go with nomore than a "pay attention, dude."
So, if you're out driving today. I'm comin' for ya, and I don't even know it! MWAHAHAHA!
So anyway, yeah, I can relate about driving.
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Tch, I HATE bad drivers! I HATE THEM SO MUCH I COULD...wait...I'm a bad driver. I take all that back.
I've seen some bad drivers, yeah. I almost got tagged by some loser who couldn't wait the 3.5 seconds it would've taken for me to get past him to turn. But I can't really talk.
This one time, at band camp...I mean on my way to school I was putting on a CD (mistake #1) and tagged a guy from behind not-too-gently (mistake number 2). He walked out and I expelled a series of expletives and apologies until I...forgot to put my car in park, got up, and tagged him lightly again. Mistake number 3. Fortunately, the guy was nice enough to let me go with nomore than a "pay attention, dude."
So, if you're out driving today. I'm comin' for ya, and I don't even know it! MWAHAHAHA!
So anyway, yeah, I can relate about driving.
Silly robot, manic deppressive robots shouldn't drive :P
Anyway, it's not like you push 70 in a schoolzone, which someone in my town was once arrested for doing. And don't get mecstarted on the local college kids...