My short lived career as a stunt driver came to a “crashing” halt yesterday.
It only began about 45 seconds before it ended. While driving home from having lunch with a couple of doper friends* yesterday, I met a gravel hauling truck on my gravel road. He got over, I got over and whoops, I got over to far. Slid into a snow bank, drove up on the snow bank at a steep angle ( like when you see stunt drivers drive on two wheels, with the other two wheels in the air ) and flipped over. My thoughts while this was happening, were " Oh fuck, now how am I going to get back on the road" .
After we ( my 3 year old daughter was with me ) stopped sliding on the roof, my daughter calmly said " I’m scared". I turned the car off, reached back and unbuckled her from her car seat and we climbed out the broken out window. The truck I had met had stopped and the guy was running to us to ask if we were ok.
At the time, I was so worried about my daughter, that I told him I was fine. He radioed the rock quarry for help, and some more guys came up. I was only about a mile and a half from my house, I asked them to take me home, but they were weary about taking me and leaving me and Emily somewhere alone. So they took me to the office, called stormchaser for me and then drove me back up to the car to wait for him.
I joked with the guys, asking them if they thought it was a good time to tell stormchaser that I had finished Christmas shopping and all the presents were in the trunk. They laughed with me. Once stormchaser got there, I told him I wanted a new car.
Emily is ok, not even sore today. I am a little sore…ok, a lot sore today. But we are alive and that is what counts.
Wow! I’m just glad you made it out ok! It’s always important to keep a sense of humor in dire circumstances. I remember the story about a comedian who was shot in a robbery. Just before operating the doctors ask him if he’s allergic to anything. He says - “bullets” - everyone in the OR burst out laughing and the procedure went without a hitch.
Oh, I forgot to add to my original OP: what the * was to note at the bottom was…
My two doper friends were celebrating something, and I was there with them. Either one of them may come in and say what we were celebrating anytime now.
And no, Horseflesh, neither one of us can spill the beans.
Spill the beans? You mean the fact that Santa and the Easter Bunny have been dealing insider information with the chocolate industry for years? Oops.
Get yourself a tank. Even you would be hard pressed to roll one of those and the drive should be a little shorter since you can go cross country. Imagine what Emily will say then!
ha ha ha – I found an awesome mustang on ebay. It is sweet. But, alas, I don’t think a mustang is what the family needs. ( secretly I wish for it though, so if Santa is reading this, I have been awfully good* )
Yeah, you’re right, tanks get horrible gas mileage and maintenance is a bitch. Ammo is pretty expensive too but it sure is lovely to blast that person out of your way when they’re crawling along.
I heard you’re pretty good at making pizza. Izzat true?
**Misstee[b/], if u must get a convertable, make sure it has a roll bar that comes out just before a car flips!
I’m glad you’re alright… but, why weren’t you in the photos?
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