Originally Posted by
AllZWay
The short story....
16 years old... been out of town on a school trip... .stayed awake all night the night before on the trip. I was driving home late and fell asleep. I woke up and realized I was in the median of a four lane major highway. Grass was flying all over the windshield... what do you do? Stomp the throttle so you don't get stuck in the ditch. Bam... Hop over a guard rail at a small creek crossing and actually make it across the creek hitting nose first.
The car comes to rest with the rear wheels in the creek, front wheels up the bank almost straight up. With the hood bent, the throttle was hung wide open and rear wheels were throwing water and mud everywhere. I have to crawl out of the window with the car mangled and the doors wouldn't open. I climbed the bank and was planning to just walk the 5 miles home, but a majorly drunk dude stopped and gave me a ride to the house.
One of my uncles owned a wrecker service at the time, so we called him and we go back and pulled the car out of the creek and to the house. I was fine, just bruised from steering wheel and more surprisingly, my Dad didn't beat my butt. :D