There’s an old one liner: “Did you hear about the man that ran over himself?” He asked his wife to go across the street to buy him some snacks. She said no, so he ran over himself
Well, here’s anotherman that ran over himself.
See, you have to admire someone like that.
To do such a thing takes skill and talent.
I am still over here, scratching my head as to HOW something like this happens…
Ok, let’s seeif we can come up with an explaination. My guess is, he put the car in reverse, placed his shoe on the gas and climbed over the trunk onto the ground. :dubious:
but WHY?
Wouldn’t the car be moving fast(faster than he can fall in front or back of it?). Or was this some lame attempt at suicide?
Perhaps he was possessed by an evil spirit and thought the “Michelin method” to be most expeditious form of treatment.
It said he was backing out, it’s 2 am and has a history of drug use. Based on that, how about:
He’s backing out the driveway using open door technique to see behind him (I’ve done this a lot with pickups, don’t know if its applicable with a Merc. convertible, maybe its a little sports car and the mirrors suck.). Assuming a right hand drive car, maybe he’s got the wheel cranked hard to the left so that the front of the car is swinging to the right. At 2:00 am and with a history of drug use, I think its somewhat reasonable to assume he might have been impaired. He falls out of the right hand door while trying to look behind as the front of the car is swinging right, presto, the front wheels (or at least the right front) of the car run him over.
Not such a stretch and not necessarily nefarious.
Reminds me of a car crash worthiness comparison on UK tv show Top Gear
The first Mercedes C-class scored poorly for passenger safety but ok for pedestrian safety. It was advised if you ever crashed one to get out and run in front of it, you’d be safer 
I recall a story that Tommy Lee told in an interview I saw roughly 20 years ago.
Seems he was driving his car (a Corvette, IIRC), and realized he had to take a leak. Now. Right Now.
So he pulled to the side of the road, hopped out, ran in front of the car to tend to business, and then realized that in his haste to whip it out he had forgotten to put the car in park. :smack:
He said he stated calling his car “Christine” after that incident.
I guess its possible in neutral if drugs and a slope are involved.
My uncle told me this story:
Back 20 or 30 years ago, he was paid to bush-hog a field (tractor towing a lawnmower attachment). The tractor didn’t require operator involvement to maintain it’s speed and course, so he was for the most part just sitting there, along for the ride, and he quickly grew bored.
Then he noticed a stand of psilocybe cubensis, an indigenous psychoactive mushroom. He got down, rolled up a bunch of of caps into a ball roughly 1 1/2" in diameter, and ate it.
A half hour later he ran over himself with the tractor, narrowly missing the spinning blades :eek:
Now, I had a friend with an old VW microbus. In the winter up in Missoula it would freeze over pretty solid with a thick snow/ice pack on the roads. The VW would have an awful time getting enough traction to start going anywhere. So he would slowly let out the clutch until the rear wheels were moving on the ice - like a treadmill. He would get out of the bus, go around back and push it till it just started moving, then run back and jump in and drive off. I watched him do it a few times.
The number of things that can go wrong with that maneuver are mind-boggling.
I ran over myself once.
I worked on a golf course in college and one early morning I was sporting a serious hangover (bars close at 2AM, had to be at work at 5 - maybe hangover is the wrong word) and was given the assignment of raking the sandtraps.
For this job you would ride a small vehicle that had several rakes behind it that you would lower into the sand once you drove in to the trap. To keep it from getting stuck, it rode on large balloon tires. Done properly, the job required that you drove up to the trap, remove all the hand rakes, and then drive the vehicle in. In my state, that was entirely too much work, so I would drive in and when I got close to a rake I would lean over and grab it and throw it just outside the bunker.
In one trap, which was on a hillside, I had to lean over dangerously to reach a rake, so I extended my leg on the opposite side for balance. I proceeded to run the tire onto my extended foot. The act of running over my foot caused my chest and head to pitch forward onto the steering wheel in such a way that I couldn’t reach the pedals with my hand. I was totally freakin’ stuck. One of my coworkers found me before too long, and when he stopped laughing he got me free.
I have never lived that down.
I’m puzzling over the lead sentence in the article.
Ill? The guy was squashed, not sick. Where’d they come “ill?”
I had the impression that British English had you “in hospital” not “in a hospital” like us 'Merkins. Or was I mistaken? Or (on further thought) is Reuters more European, not Brit?
DD
Sigh. Insert ‘up with’ where appropriate.
Dunno 'bout you, but if a car runs me over–I am ill.
It is more common to say “in critical condition” but I won’t quibble.
YOU, OTOH, apparently will!
Apparently he has been trying to commit suicide for over a week now.
This guy really has some serious issues.
I don’t think this is one of the most efficient ways of killing yourself, but he has tried several other methods as well :
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/050523/356/fjktu.html
He frequently gets mentioned on the UK mental health website.
(www.mentalhealth.org.uk)
I would have thought ‘injured’ would be a better word to use, and ‘in hospital’ to describe the state of being admitted to a hospital, rather than ‘in a hospital’ to describe someone visiting or perhaps taking a shortcut through to the bawdy house behind the hospital.
I was nearly run over by my own car once. I had a problem where the engine would misfired, but only when in drive. I engaged the hand brake, put it in drive, then got out to see what I could see. What it was I thought I was looking for, I have no idea. Perhaps a small sign saying ‘here tis!’
So here I am leaning over the engine bay peering intently and looking for the misfire on/off switch when my Dad comes out to see what’s up. I tell him how the car is misfiring, so he leans over and gives the throttle on the carby a tweak. The engine roars, the car crouches down like a rhino preparing to charge and I turn a slightly paler shade. The handbrake, luckily, holds the car back from running my dumb arse over.
I’d like to say I never did anything that stupid again.
I used to work for a law firm that represented Chrysler. One of the cases I worked on was a woman who ran over herself. She ended up stuck under the car, dead.
Well, there was the Upper Class Twit of the Year competition from Monty Python where one of the contestants ran himself over in the door-slamming/neighbor-waking heat. Just how big a twit is Brian Harvey?
So I’m the only one who sees this as the crux of the matter?