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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

A picturesque spot for a car crash.

The aftermath of my last car crash during which I was a passenger. That's not me in the picture, I am behind the camera. Climbing out of the drivers side window was quite fun. The actual crash happened too quickly to recall much, the car spun in snow through 180 degrees, went off the road backwards, rolled a couple of times before coming to a stop on the fence. It was a bruising experience but no major damage done. Not much was said during the crash, the driver said "Holy sh*t!". I remained stoically silent.

The only time I felt scared was when I realised I was not going to be able to get out of the door on my side and I briefly worried about the risk of fire. I suppose there was not much opportunity for fear during the crash, just after it.

I always used to think that whiplash was a made up injury to claim compensation. Well I can assure you it does exist and involves a bit of pain for a few months.

1 comment:

  1. "Stoically Silent" indeed. More like a rabbit in the headlights facing his death dumbly.

    Me on the other hand, I was the one valiantly wrestling for control of the beast, uttering a defiant "holy shit!" as perhaps my final words.