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Originally Posted by seclark
Not a lot of damage to the car (I think it was an early 70s Chrysler Newport), but my buddy was driving it and I was in the front seat with him and another guy was passed out in the back seat. About 2am and we’re on a country road heading home. We come into a 90 degree turn that the driver fails to negotiate and we wind up in the ditch taking out 3 metal fence posts.
Buddy manages to pull the car back up to the road and takes off. We get about a quarter of a mile and realize we’ve got a blown back tire. So we stop and stumble around and jack the car up and attempt to change the tire.
While we’re doing this, we hear something strange coming up the road behind us…pretty soon our friend that was passed out in the back seat comes stumbling up the road towards us. I guess when we ran off the road, the back door came open and this poor ****er slid out of the car! I’ve pondered to this day how he never broke his neck!
We went back and fixed the guys fence the next day. Somebody was always driving through it.
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Good thing the guy woke up. It would be disconcerting to wake up the next morning in a ditch in the middle of nowhere.
This also reminds me of the common wisdom that you never buy a house that's at the end of a T intersection. Or if you do, you buy a bunch of boulders from Hog's Gone Fishing and put them up.
There's a house about a block from me that's on the corner of a normal intersection, and a year or two ago someone tried to make a left turn too fast and plowed into their expensive wrought iron fence. I bet it cost a bunch of money to repair. Now there's a huge boulder at that intersection in front of their fence. Problem solved.