I was in a car crash ages ago,,,but since we had a smurfin huge SUV, we got ONE measly dent, while the poor little car in front got its whole back caved in. I was amused
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I was in a car crash ages ago,,,but since we had a smurfin huge SUV, we got ONE measly dent, while the poor little car in front got its whole back caved in. I was amused
The only accident I've ever had was in my own driveway when I backed into my friend's van. Nothing happened to her van, but the right rear fender of my car has an ugly dent. I learned my lesson but good.
I have a similar situation to yours, Moo moo. Last April I was driving in Dallas on I-635, and the car in front of me stopped due to a traffic jam, I stopped, but the car behind me didn't, because she was looking down and not at the road. Damn woman drivers. :D
Holy crap. Full speed collision? Did you die????Quote:
Originally Posted by Kirobaito
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I've been in three (Or possibly four?) car crashes, but none of them were at great speed, so I never incurred damage.
My Mum was in a crash a few years ago. It wasn't a big one, but big enough to knock her confidence in driving
Fortunately, I haven't been involved in any car accidents yet, although I did lock the wheels last weekend. I guess you can blame an overall lack of experience for that little mishap, as I tried to do a rather quick, sharp turn in a Ford Fiesta. Not a good idea, methinks.
I hope your neck recovers quickly.
Yes, I died. The back of my car got totaled, as did the front of hers. The person in front of me had a little damage. But the moral of the story is that I continued on my errand and got Jason Terry's autograph, which was why I was in Dallas anyway.Quote:
Originally Posted by Pureghetto
The back of my right foot got ran over by a car when I was in Korea. The dude got out and looked all like he was in the mafia and he was going to kill me so me and my two friends ran. Luckily the alcohol prevented damage.
PG, is your car insurance rate higher (Well, before the accident, obviously. Of course they'd be higher now) than other people's because of azn driving stereotypes?
When I was 16, I was riding with my mom and we hit another car going about 40-50 miles an hour. I hit the windshield and had a nice concussion. I had two black eyes for about a week...
why am I the only one laughing at this? This is funny!Quote:
Originally Posted by Meat Puppet
Azn and because I'm a man. Actually that brings up another double standard. I hate life again.Quote:
Originally Posted by Rye
/angst
/emo
/wrist
edit: fun time!
PG is travelling on the highway at 100 KM/h. He is following a pickup truck also going 100 KM/h, until the truck in front starts to decelerate. PG had noticed the vehicle in front of the truck had been slowing down, so he had started decelerating about 1-1.5 seconds in advance. PG manages to achieve zero velocity without contact with the vehicle in front. Assume the distance between vehicles at 0 velocity is 2 meters. He looks into the rear mirror to see a vehicle travelling at him at an unknown velocity. Said vehicle (a Sunfire) does not decelerate enough and smashes into PG. A pickup truck then crashes into the Firebird. Airbags on both passenger and driver side deployed on the Sunfire.
Upon investigation of the damage, PG's car's rear bumper has no additional dents, though the sides of the bumpers were dislodged slightly. The Pontiac's windshield was shattered on both sides, and its hood was ajar. The pickup truck's front bumper and grill were caved in.
Assume sunny day, clear visibility, and clear road conditions. The accident occurred on a highway (naturally).
a) draw a diagram illustrating the accident
b) estimate the distance PG was from the pickup truck in front of him
c) using any researched information involving relevant variables, attempt to estimate the velocity of the Pontiac at the time of collision
d) bonus question: justify asian pride
I've had a couple car accidents.
The first one was because the road was icy and I had to stop fast and was unfortunetly on a patch of ice. So my car started to spin and I was sliding sideways and the car behind(side of me) slid too and broad side me so I had to get my car passenger side door replaced. Luckily the accident wasn't my fault and no one was hurt.
Second time was worse. I was at a stop sign where the side traffic doesn't stop and had to turn left. A van coming from my left was turning right so I went but, there was a car on the side of it hidden(it was a 4 way highway) and it hit me. The accident was my fault, I got a head injury, and to top it off my car was totaled. :rolleyes2
When I got run over, it was one of the most surreal moments in my life. Roadworks had been done during the day on the street I was crossing, so the zebra crossing machine thingies weren't on. The lane right in front of me is at a standstill; I go on tiptoes and look down the road and don't see [img]/xxx.gif[/img][img]/xxx.gif[/img][img]/xxx.gif[/img][img]/xxx.gif[/img] so I bolt. Halfway across, I just knew I was screwed; I turn my head to my left and see a red Ford Fiesta bombing it at me.
"Oh fu--" *BLAT!*
The next thing I know, I'm lying on my front in the road. I don't know quite where in the road I am, but logic tells me that if I roll left (I don't dare open my eyes yet) a few times, I should reach the pavement. Trying to roll up the kerb was weird, but seemed to work out alright. Finally on my back, I hear footsteps and open my eyes to see the owner of the shop I was heading for looking down at me.
"Bloody hell mate, you alright?"
I reach into a pocket, pull out my cigarettes and then spark one up.
"I am now." And then I start giggling like a mothersmurfer.
I guess it must have been shock, since I didn't feel a damn thing. What apparently happened is the car hit me in the left knee initially, causing it to buckle. The additional momentum of the car + me buckling resulted in me headbutting the windshield, taking all the skin off the left side of my face, giving me two black eyes and several small scars around my left eye where individual shards dug in. Then comes the fun bit; the car finally comes to a stop and whee! I go flying a further two meters down the road.
The next day, the left side of my face is one heaving mass of scab and my eyes are so swollen I can't even open them; naturally, I strut around as school turfs out since I got the day off.
The moral of this story is: chicks dig scars.