Heart Attack with Cars?

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I was on a ride with a friend of mine and his mum. His mum was the driver -just took her license- and not a very good one. So we are on the highway and there is a lorry on our right. Suddenly another lorry approaches on our left and we get stuck in the middle. At the same time the highway got dangerously narrow so the margin left and right was very small. I and my friend were praying while seeing his mum trembling on the wheel as she was not used to those speeds. Hopefully everything went ok.
 
I'd say when the unbalanced tire on my ol' Reliant K wagon decided to throw me in a ditch...yeah.
 
I was backing out of my garage when I accidentally floored the gas pedal. I almost hit my sister's brand new CRV.

"His mum was the driver -just took her license- and not a very good one"

From there, I just knew it was going to be bad.
 
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This.. Back of the car lost traction, spun out, and I hit a pole.

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Bought a new car, same model. Got a push from a big truck, only picture I have of that:
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Wasn't my car, but I was driving my dad's old '92 Lincoln Continental.

I was approaching a stop sign. As I was braking the front air suspension exploded and it sounded like a howitzer going off, and the front of the car dropped about 6 inches.
 
I turned on the car and let go of the clutch. Lo and behold, it jutted forward and smacked the bumper against the wall. Everyone in the house heard it. My dad loves to leave the car in first before they turn it off. Apparently in India, nobody uses the handbrake.

Suffice to say, I was pissed. But it was my fault for not checking.
 
For some reason i wasn't really that scared (well, in my head i was) but late 2009 i got a ride in a fellow Skyline club members 600hp R33 GT-R.

He said he'd take me for a 'spin'. Of course to him that meant a foot flat example of how fast the car could go. We got up to 280km/h on a couple of straights just out of town before he had to slow for upcoming cars/a corner or something.
That sort of speed may not seem too scary for some, but he had very hard suspension in the car and also the factory hard R33 GT-R seats - so as a result i was LITERALLY getting bounced out of my seat over the bumps and the only thing stopping me hitting my head on the ceiling was my seatbelt. In no way am i exaggerating that - it was so, so unreal!

After another 10-15 mins (which shoulda been at least a 20-30 min journey doing the legal speed limit...) he let me drive it back home. I never went past 160km/h but by god was that car quick. :scared:

I say was because its halfway in Skyline heaven now. In a hillclimb motorsport event a couple of weeks later he rolled it coming around a corner and wrote it off. :(

Other than that, being a passenger is usually scary enough for me - i like being in control of a car. :D
 
We were at an end of term party, and we decided to have a race halfway across the city. We came to a medium-ish straight and hit 190 kph, then had to brake quite hard as there was some traffic. He managed to get to 70-80 kph about 20 metres behind the truck, and I thought "no way hes going to change lanes this fast, we're 🤬". at the absolutely last second, he changed into the next lane, everyone was screaming their heads off. I was sitting up front too.

BTW I think racing on open streets is dangerous and stupid, I just didn't want to be that guy and went along with it.
 
About two times....
neither of which im driving of course,
I was in a raggedy old silverado and my friend wants to pass someone on a 2 lane highway so he get into oncoming traffic and oncoming traffic was too close for comfort.

The other time was in a Chevy Blazer and my friend was insane so he decided to do about 65 down a 30mph zone and at the end of the block there is a stop sign and even when you stop you cant see cross traffic so, I had no Idea if a car was going to mosey on through since there wasnt a stop sign for them. :)
 
The one I always remember happened in 1996.

I had a Subaru Impreza Series McRae at the time as company car. Early hours of Sunday morning I left a friends house (there were a group of us chilling out post clubbing - no drink involved!) to fetch some milk from an all night garage so we could make some tea. No traffic about, dry roads, feeling good about myself as there was a very hot girl waiting for me back at my mates house ;)

Anyhow, on the way back I was driving like a nutter. I chucked the car in to a right hand bend and for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to get the rear mobile with a big stab of the brakes with the left foot... completely misjudged my entry speed and instead of a little drift to point the nose in I ended up with a massive 70-80mph tank slapper... for one brief moment I was convinced I was going to spin and disappear through the 10ft high hedge on the left hand... fortunately I reacted the right way, jumped on the gas, the car pulled itself straight and I continued at a much reduced pace.

My heart was still doing 150bmp when I got back.

Subaru Impreza's... virtually uncrashable :D
 
Two occasions, one of them my fault and the other not.

The first one was during the first full winter I had the car (a '92 Volvo 240 estate) and I was coming home from my dad's pretty late in the evening. There was a junction that is entered through a downhill left hander end exited through an uphill left hander. The speed limit was 60 km/h and I was doing about that, perhaps a bit more in the acceleration up the hill in the 3rd gear. Nothing special this far but the road was pretty much covered with ice and the brick began to veer sideways in an unexpected powerslide triggered by the camber of the road towards the outside ditch. At that point any sensible person presses the clutch to the floor but real men (and bloody Volvo drivers) decide to make it through with throttle alone. Fortunately I made it but the ditch wasn't too far away when I finally got it straight again.

The second one was when someone in front of me decided to brake for a red light, again on an icy road, some 100m before the actual lights with no reason whatsoever. And not just a slight reduce of the speed but a full braking. It was reasonably interesting to avoid crushing the econobox with the brick that hasn't even heard of ABS. My very hastily prepared Plan B was to take the next lane going in the same direction but I'm glad I didn't have to resort to that in downtown traffic.
 
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