Tacoma
Et incurventur ante non
- Location
- far enough away
oh man.
-- Climbing to the top of a small tree that was growing off the face of a crumbling old dam, which was about 70' high. When I pushed off the trunk to jump back onto the dam, the whole thing ripped off the damn, and was hanging by about one root.
-- 11yrs old, at the neighbors, playing hacky sack in the barn (it was 1984, still cool then). I hear some commotion in the tool room, my brother comes out pointing a revolver at me. I tell him not to point it at me, he says "why? it's not loaded", points about 6" to the left and fires a .38 slug close enough that I felt the wind. We all shat bricks.
-- riding with my dad in his '73 Ford, down a huge hill with a turn, bridge, and 20' drop into a stony creekbed. Lights go out. Lights went on, and we missed hitting the bridge by about 2".
-- Riding with my cousin's boyfriend in his CJ. Lady runs a stop sign at about 50mph, hits the passenger side, flips us onto the side and spins us around. I ended up facing the driver, about a foot higher. Entire pass. side of CJ smashed. I got a bruised ankle from the floor being smushed into it, and a wicked set of bruises on my chest and right shoulder from the seatbelt and rollbar.
-- Girlfriend pulled out in front of a speeding semi on the truck route she lived on. To this day I SWEAR divine intervention saved us. There is just no way we actually made it past that truck.
--Driving across the US on 80. Guy in a Cherokee didn't look to his left when he went to pass. I saw him, and moved to the shoulder, which unfortunately was only about 6" wide. So I dove into the median rather than flip the van trying to stay on the road. At 85mph, grass is slippery. I straightened it all out, and immediately hit a huge culvert hump. For some reason, it was exactly right at that speed to keep the 36" Swampers with rims, and the two axles that weren't secured from crushing me. Everything stayed put and I landed like a feather.
-- 1994, working at the StopNRob, numerous robberies and fights in the street. I should have been killed a couple times.
-- snowboarding at Brighton, ate my elbow, felt funny. Got to St. Mark's, MRI shows severely bruised spleen, liver, and 4 broken rips, 2 of which were broken in 2 places. Doctor said "You hit that any harder and you'd have ruptured your spleen, and bled out trying to start your truck. You're lucky." Guess so!
-- and nearly drowning, same way as Cody and Willyswanter (RIP!), at Jordanelle. I don't like water.
and that's really all I can think of offhand.
-- Climbing to the top of a small tree that was growing off the face of a crumbling old dam, which was about 70' high. When I pushed off the trunk to jump back onto the dam, the whole thing ripped off the damn, and was hanging by about one root.
-- 11yrs old, at the neighbors, playing hacky sack in the barn (it was 1984, still cool then). I hear some commotion in the tool room, my brother comes out pointing a revolver at me. I tell him not to point it at me, he says "why? it's not loaded", points about 6" to the left and fires a .38 slug close enough that I felt the wind. We all shat bricks.
-- riding with my dad in his '73 Ford, down a huge hill with a turn, bridge, and 20' drop into a stony creekbed. Lights go out. Lights went on, and we missed hitting the bridge by about 2".
-- Riding with my cousin's boyfriend in his CJ. Lady runs a stop sign at about 50mph, hits the passenger side, flips us onto the side and spins us around. I ended up facing the driver, about a foot higher. Entire pass. side of CJ smashed. I got a bruised ankle from the floor being smushed into it, and a wicked set of bruises on my chest and right shoulder from the seatbelt and rollbar.
-- Girlfriend pulled out in front of a speeding semi on the truck route she lived on. To this day I SWEAR divine intervention saved us. There is just no way we actually made it past that truck.
--Driving across the US on 80. Guy in a Cherokee didn't look to his left when he went to pass. I saw him, and moved to the shoulder, which unfortunately was only about 6" wide. So I dove into the median rather than flip the van trying to stay on the road. At 85mph, grass is slippery. I straightened it all out, and immediately hit a huge culvert hump. For some reason, it was exactly right at that speed to keep the 36" Swampers with rims, and the two axles that weren't secured from crushing me. Everything stayed put and I landed like a feather.
-- 1994, working at the StopNRob, numerous robberies and fights in the street. I should have been killed a couple times.
-- snowboarding at Brighton, ate my elbow, felt funny. Got to St. Mark's, MRI shows severely bruised spleen, liver, and 4 broken rips, 2 of which were broken in 2 places. Doctor said "You hit that any harder and you'd have ruptured your spleen, and bled out trying to start your truck. You're lucky." Guess so!
-- and nearly drowning, same way as Cody and Willyswanter (RIP!), at Jordanelle. I don't like water.
and that's really all I can think of offhand.
