Today I had a very interesting experience, in which I was able to prove my heroism and good samaritanism. 
It's an experience that, while exciting, I'd really rather not duplicate, however.
A friend and I were driving down the road to visit a new outdoor store that opened a little while ago. I was driving down over a road that I know very well, and as we crossed a bridge over a stream, we saw a car, crumpled against the guardrail, steam escaping from the badly mangled engine compartment.
I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and we ran over, as this has obviously just occured right before we got there. An older woman was in the driver's seat, just sitting there. Luckily, as we neared, she looked at us so we knew she was at least still alive, but needless to say we were still quite worried. We opened the door and asked her if she was all right; she replied that she was. Her airbags had gone off, and she was wearing her seatbelt, so she didn't sustain any major injuries. There was a smallish black dog crouched at her feet, shaking like a leaf. We asked her if she had a cell phone, and she said she did, but it wasn't working.
At this point, as we were standing next to her car, I noticed a little flame start to lick up from underneath the hood. I don't think I need to tell you that the first thought through my head was "Oh Sh!t!" My friend used his cellphone to call 911, and I tried to persuade the lady to get out of her car, as I was afraid the fire would spread. She was a bit dazed, and with good reason, and was a bit hesitant to leave, even when we alerted her to the fact that her vehicle was proving it's flammable nature.
We finally got her out, and I picked up her dog and put her in my car. The poor thing was scared stiff and wouldn't stop shaking. I tried to calm her down some as more people stopped to offer assistance. By this time the flames had spread to the passenger compartment; thank god we convinced her to escape when we did. Several cars were lined up now, as some stopped to help, and others realized they didn't really want to drive past a smoldering car. Suddenly, a douchebag in a pimped out truck, going 70mph happens upon this little event, and slams on his brakes. he starts skidding towards the line of cars, and, realizing he can't stop, swerves onto the grass on the side of the road, nearly driving into the creek. Fortunately, he managed to keep it under control and didn't cause any more incidents. As if this wasn't enough, the woman suddenly realized that her insurance papers are in her car, and tried to go back to get them. The fire at this time made any attempt to get near the car impossible, but she still seemed pretty intent on getting her papers.
A police officer showed up at this time and took to talking with the woman involved. Apparently a car pulled out in front of her a little ways down the road; they collided, and the car at fault stayed there while her car continued down the road, sans brakes, until she hit the guardrail. Some fire engines arrived at this moment and took to batling the conflagration, which at this time had consumed the entire vehicle and everyone was afraid it would explode. They sprayed it, and as soon was the water hit the car, all the windows shattered. Smoke was rising up in a thick white column hundreds of feet in the air, and paint flakes were raining down around us all. My car, being the closest one to the accident, was immersed in the acrid smoke.
Finally, a police officer took the dog and the woman to his car, and told us we could leave. As we drove on, we came upon the other car, which was in better shape; the front fenders were crumpled, but at least it was mostly intact. Still, judging from it's position on the road, it had spun around after being hit and had gone for quite a ride. The man in that car was talking with some cops so it seemed everything was under control, so we carried on with our intended goal. And that was the exciting event of my day!
And since you douchebags always need cliff notes, here ya go:
Today I had a very interesting experience, in which I was able to prove my heroism and good samaritanism. It's an experience that, while exciting, I'd really rather not duplicate, however.
A friend and I were driving down the road to visit a new outdoor store that opened a little while ago. I was driving down over a road that I know very well, and as we crossed a bridge over a stream, we saw a car, crumpled against the guardrail, steam escaping from the badly mangled engine compartment.
I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and we ran over, as this has obviously just occured right before we got there. An older woman was in the driver's seat, just sitting there. Luckily, as we neared, she looked at us so we knew she was at least still alive, but needless to say we were still quite worried. We opened the door and asked her if she was all right; she replied that she was. Her airbags had gone off, and she was wearing her seatbelt, so she didn't sustain any major injuries. There was a smallish black dog crouched at her feet, shaking like a leaf. We asked her if she had a cell phone, and she said she did, but it wasn't working.
At this point, as we were standing next to her car, I noticed a little flame start to lick up from underneath the hood. I don't think I need to tell you that the first thought through my head was "Oh Sh!t!" My friend used his cellphone to call 911, and I tried to persuade the lady to get out of her car, as I was afraid the fire would spread. She was a bit dazed, and with good reason, and was a bit hesitant to leave, even when we alerted her to the fact that her vehicle was proving it's flammable nature.
We finally got her out, and I picked up her dog and put her in my car. The poor thing was scared stiff and wouldn't stop shaking. I tried to calm her down some as more people stopped to offer assistance. By this time the flames had spread to the passenger compartment; thank god we convinced her to escape when we did. Several cars were lined up now, as some stopped to help, and others realized they didn't really want to drive past a smoldering car. Suddenly, a douchebag in a pimped out truck, going 70mph happens upon this little event, and slams on his brakes. he starts skidding towards the line of cars, and, realizing he can't stop, swerves onto the grass on the side of the road, nearly driving into the creek. Fortunately, he managed to keep it under control and didn't cause any more incidents. As if this wasn't enough, the woman suddenly realized that her insurance papers are in her car, and tried to go back to get them. The fire at this time made any attempt to get near the car impossible, but she still seemed pretty intent on getting her papers.
A police officer showed up at this time and took to talking with the woman involved. Apparently a car pulled out in front of her a little ways down the road; they collided, and the car at fault stayed there while her car continued down the road, sans brakes, until she hit the guardrail. Some fire engines arrived at this moment and took to batling the conflagration, which at this time had consumed the entire vehicle and everyone was afraid it would explode. They sprayed it, and as soon was the water hit the car, all the windows shattered. Smoke was rising up in a thick white column hundreds of feet in the air, and paint flakes were raining down around us all. My car, being the closest one to the accident, was immersed in the acrid smoke.
Finally, a police officer took the dog and the woman to his car, and told us we could leave. As we drove on, we came upon the other car, which was in better shape; the front fenders were crumpled, but at least it was mostly intact. Still, judging from it's position on the road, it had spun around after being hit and had gone for quite a ride. The man in that car was talking with some cops so it seemed everything was under control, so we carried on with our intended goal.
It's an experience that, while exciting, I'd really rather not duplicate, however.A friend and I were driving down the road to visit a new outdoor store that opened a little while ago. I was driving down over a road that I know very well, and as we crossed a bridge over a stream, we saw a car, crumpled against the guardrail, steam escaping from the badly mangled engine compartment.
I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and we ran over, as this has obviously just occured right before we got there. An older woman was in the driver's seat, just sitting there. Luckily, as we neared, she looked at us so we knew she was at least still alive, but needless to say we were still quite worried. We opened the door and asked her if she was all right; she replied that she was. Her airbags had gone off, and she was wearing her seatbelt, so she didn't sustain any major injuries. There was a smallish black dog crouched at her feet, shaking like a leaf. We asked her if she had a cell phone, and she said she did, but it wasn't working.
At this point, as we were standing next to her car, I noticed a little flame start to lick up from underneath the hood. I don't think I need to tell you that the first thought through my head was "Oh Sh!t!" My friend used his cellphone to call 911, and I tried to persuade the lady to get out of her car, as I was afraid the fire would spread. She was a bit dazed, and with good reason, and was a bit hesitant to leave, even when we alerted her to the fact that her vehicle was proving it's flammable nature.
We finally got her out, and I picked up her dog and put her in my car. The poor thing was scared stiff and wouldn't stop shaking. I tried to calm her down some as more people stopped to offer assistance. By this time the flames had spread to the passenger compartment; thank god we convinced her to escape when we did. Several cars were lined up now, as some stopped to help, and others realized they didn't really want to drive past a smoldering car. Suddenly, a douchebag in a pimped out truck, going 70mph happens upon this little event, and slams on his brakes. he starts skidding towards the line of cars, and, realizing he can't stop, swerves onto the grass on the side of the road, nearly driving into the creek. Fortunately, he managed to keep it under control and didn't cause any more incidents. As if this wasn't enough, the woman suddenly realized that her insurance papers are in her car, and tried to go back to get them. The fire at this time made any attempt to get near the car impossible, but she still seemed pretty intent on getting her papers.
A police officer showed up at this time and took to talking with the woman involved. Apparently a car pulled out in front of her a little ways down the road; they collided, and the car at fault stayed there while her car continued down the road, sans brakes, until she hit the guardrail. Some fire engines arrived at this moment and took to batling the conflagration, which at this time had consumed the entire vehicle and everyone was afraid it would explode. They sprayed it, and as soon was the water hit the car, all the windows shattered. Smoke was rising up in a thick white column hundreds of feet in the air, and paint flakes were raining down around us all. My car, being the closest one to the accident, was immersed in the acrid smoke.
Finally, a police officer took the dog and the woman to his car, and told us we could leave. As we drove on, we came upon the other car, which was in better shape; the front fenders were crumpled, but at least it was mostly intact. Still, judging from it's position on the road, it had spun around after being hit and had gone for quite a ride. The man in that car was talking with some cops so it seemed everything was under control, so we carried on with our intended goal. And that was the exciting event of my day!
And since you douchebags always need cliff notes, here ya go:
Today I had a very interesting experience, in which I was able to prove my heroism and good samaritanism. It's an experience that, while exciting, I'd really rather not duplicate, however.
A friend and I were driving down the road to visit a new outdoor store that opened a little while ago. I was driving down over a road that I know very well, and as we crossed a bridge over a stream, we saw a car, crumpled against the guardrail, steam escaping from the badly mangled engine compartment.
I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and we ran over, as this has obviously just occured right before we got there. An older woman was in the driver's seat, just sitting there. Luckily, as we neared, she looked at us so we knew she was at least still alive, but needless to say we were still quite worried. We opened the door and asked her if she was all right; she replied that she was. Her airbags had gone off, and she was wearing her seatbelt, so she didn't sustain any major injuries. There was a smallish black dog crouched at her feet, shaking like a leaf. We asked her if she had a cell phone, and she said she did, but it wasn't working.
At this point, as we were standing next to her car, I noticed a little flame start to lick up from underneath the hood. I don't think I need to tell you that the first thought through my head was "Oh Sh!t!" My friend used his cellphone to call 911, and I tried to persuade the lady to get out of her car, as I was afraid the fire would spread. She was a bit dazed, and with good reason, and was a bit hesitant to leave, even when we alerted her to the fact that her vehicle was proving it's flammable nature.
We finally got her out, and I picked up her dog and put her in my car. The poor thing was scared stiff and wouldn't stop shaking. I tried to calm her down some as more people stopped to offer assistance. By this time the flames had spread to the passenger compartment; thank god we convinced her to escape when we did. Several cars were lined up now, as some stopped to help, and others realized they didn't really want to drive past a smoldering car. Suddenly, a douchebag in a pimped out truck, going 70mph happens upon this little event, and slams on his brakes. he starts skidding towards the line of cars, and, realizing he can't stop, swerves onto the grass on the side of the road, nearly driving into the creek. Fortunately, he managed to keep it under control and didn't cause any more incidents. As if this wasn't enough, the woman suddenly realized that her insurance papers are in her car, and tried to go back to get them. The fire at this time made any attempt to get near the car impossible, but she still seemed pretty intent on getting her papers.
A police officer showed up at this time and took to talking with the woman involved. Apparently a car pulled out in front of her a little ways down the road; they collided, and the car at fault stayed there while her car continued down the road, sans brakes, until she hit the guardrail. Some fire engines arrived at this moment and took to batling the conflagration, which at this time had consumed the entire vehicle and everyone was afraid it would explode. They sprayed it, and as soon was the water hit the car, all the windows shattered. Smoke was rising up in a thick white column hundreds of feet in the air, and paint flakes were raining down around us all. My car, being the closest one to the accident, was immersed in the acrid smoke.
Finally, a police officer took the dog and the woman to his car, and told us we could leave. As we drove on, we came upon the other car, which was in better shape; the front fenders were crumpled, but at least it was mostly intact. Still, judging from it's position on the road, it had spun around after being hit and had gone for quite a ride. The man in that car was talking with some cops so it seemed everything was under control, so we carried on with our intended goal.
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