- Mar 6, 2004
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This happened the first Friday night of Winter Break.
I went out with a few friends to see I Am Legend, then we went out to eat. My roommate had just got his GTI flashed with a trial of an ECU retune and had been showboating around all day long; nothing idiotic, just peeling out at lights and at times racing to 60-65 (55 MPH road).
Another friend lives at the apartment complex near ours, so we were all driving fairly close by on our way home. After passing through a 45 MPH zone, we (me, Altima; roommate, GTI; friend, V6 Galant, early 00s) pulled up to a yellow Mustang GT at a light, and my roommate who was next to it gunned it and the Mustang took off too. Me and my friend tried to follow, at around 70 in a 55, weaving through traffic (albeit very light, 2 AM) like complete morons.
I started to coast and slow down as my roommate had gone all Fast and Furious on us, and I noticed an old Sentra in front of me fucking around with its breaks, for no apparent reason; there were no turns ahead or anything. Before I knew it I realized he was brake checking us because of my roommate whizzing by him, so I slammed on my brakes to avoid hitting him, knowing well that my friend was following close behind and could rear end me.
My braking caught him by surprise, and he swerved left to try and avoid me (right lane on a 4 lane road) and then swerving right again to avoid hitting the median. He lost control and overcorrected way too hard with another left turn, I heard burning rubber, gravel all over my car, and then I saw his taillights INCHES from my face as his car spun around. His rear tires made it onto the slightly moist median and started to hydroplane, then his car did a 180 and flew into oncoming traffic and eventually off the road.
At 2 AM there was thankfully no oncoming traffic to smash into, but the road is raised compared to the surrounding forest-y area, and he flew off into the woods. I pulled over and the girl
Q) in the 'stang did too, we both ran over and I barely made it to the median before I saw him walk out of his car, completely in shock, and almost fall over himself trying to get away. His car had landed up against a tree, which had snapped in half and fallen over onto the rear side of his car. Any passengers in there would've either left paralyzed or dead.
I called my roommate, who by now was probably a few ZIP codes away, and told him he needed to come back immediately. He was "What's wrong, I saw him make a U-turn and I wondered where he was going" :| "U-turn?! HIS CAR IS IN THE FUCKING WOODS, COME BACK." After my roommate made it back over to the accident, he tried pulling his car up close so we could see where my friend's wallet had landed, and lo and behold it got stuck in the mud.
Now we had a car stuck in the woods, a car in the mud, and absolutely no explanation that wouldn't end with all three of our asses in jail. AAA came to tow the GTI out of the mud, and the driver refused to help with the Galant; he said it would need a "different truck." At around 3 AM, long after the cops had shown up and written up an accident report (Cause, "weather") my friend called AAA back who said there never was another tow truck coming; they won't touch cars a certain distance off the road.
The one cop that stayed behind called a private tow truck, who told us that we first needed to remove the tree. Me, my roommate, friend, and his roommate eventually got the tree off the car and I ended up not being able to sleep until around 7 AM.
Since then I've been A LOT more careful with my driving, I'm late when I have to be, red lights mean stop, and the road is no longer a drag strip. But after seeing that M5 thread I realized that I could've cost my friend his life that night, and the life of every single passenger in that car had there been any.
:beer: Here's to not driving like a dumbass anymore.
Right After the Accident
Day After, at the Junkyard
Side View
I went out with a few friends to see I Am Legend, then we went out to eat. My roommate had just got his GTI flashed with a trial of an ECU retune and had been showboating around all day long; nothing idiotic, just peeling out at lights and at times racing to 60-65 (55 MPH road).
Another friend lives at the apartment complex near ours, so we were all driving fairly close by on our way home. After passing through a 45 MPH zone, we (me, Altima; roommate, GTI; friend, V6 Galant, early 00s) pulled up to a yellow Mustang GT at a light, and my roommate who was next to it gunned it and the Mustang took off too. Me and my friend tried to follow, at around 70 in a 55, weaving through traffic (albeit very light, 2 AM) like complete morons.
I started to coast and slow down as my roommate had gone all Fast and Furious on us, and I noticed an old Sentra in front of me fucking around with its breaks, for no apparent reason; there were no turns ahead or anything. Before I knew it I realized he was brake checking us because of my roommate whizzing by him, so I slammed on my brakes to avoid hitting him, knowing well that my friend was following close behind and could rear end me.
My braking caught him by surprise, and he swerved left to try and avoid me (right lane on a 4 lane road) and then swerving right again to avoid hitting the median. He lost control and overcorrected way too hard with another left turn, I heard burning rubber, gravel all over my car, and then I saw his taillights INCHES from my face as his car spun around. His rear tires made it onto the slightly moist median and started to hydroplane, then his car did a 180 and flew into oncoming traffic and eventually off the road.
At 2 AM there was thankfully no oncoming traffic to smash into, but the road is raised compared to the surrounding forest-y area, and he flew off into the woods. I pulled over and the girl
Q) in the 'stang did too, we both ran over and I barely made it to the median before I saw him walk out of his car, completely in shock, and almost fall over himself trying to get away. His car had landed up against a tree, which had snapped in half and fallen over onto the rear side of his car. Any passengers in there would've either left paralyzed or dead.I called my roommate, who by now was probably a few ZIP codes away, and told him he needed to come back immediately. He was
"What's wrong, I saw him make a U-turn and I wondered where he was going" :| "U-turn?! HIS CAR IS IN THE FUCKING WOODS, COME BACK." After my roommate made it back over to the accident, he tried pulling his car up close so we could see where my friend's wallet had landed, and lo and behold it got stuck in the mud.Now we had a car stuck in the woods, a car in the mud, and absolutely no explanation that wouldn't end with all three of our asses in jail. AAA came to tow the GTI out of the mud, and the driver refused to help with the Galant; he said it would need a "different truck." At around 3 AM, long after the cops had shown up and written up an accident report (Cause, "weather") my friend called AAA back who said there never was another tow truck coming; they won't touch cars a certain distance off the road.
The one cop that stayed behind called a private tow truck, who told us that we first needed to remove the tree. Me, my roommate, friend, and his roommate eventually got the tree off the car and I ended up not being able to sleep until around 7 AM.
Since then I've been A LOT more careful with my driving, I'm late when I have to be, red lights mean stop, and the road is no longer a drag strip. But after seeing that M5 thread I realized that I could've cost my friend his life that night, and the life of every single passenger in that car had there been any.
:beer: Here's to not driving like a dumbass anymore.
Right After the Accident
Day After, at the Junkyard
Side View
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