Slick of a Slip

Driving back to the office from a client site today, a sudden epiphany crossed my mind: 75+ mph in the rain is not a very good idea. Especially when the left rear tire resembled something like curdled milk. This realization dawned upon me as I veered into the left shoulder just as the 241 South toll road curved; a wayfaring puddle sent my car spiraling (420 degrees) across 3 lanes, whereupon I traveled a full hundred feet backwards, before an instinctual jerk to the steering wheel re-positioned myself just as I cleared the right shoulder, jumped the curb, and came within several feet from a lolling drop down a rambling cliff. The pack of cars 1/2 a mile back had caught up to me by then, passing by with wide eyes gaping, twisted necks craning, at my completely unscathed vehicle.

The funny thing is, I felt nothing during those 30 seconds… watched, twisted the wheel, and tapped the brakes. Only after the world had stopped spinning, the hyenic laughter poured forth uncontrollably. Such is the comprehension of mortality.

True story.

14 thoughts on “Slick of a Slip

  1. So true… Back in high school I had a similar experience where my car did a 360 before falling down 15 feet. I recall having no specific thoughts as the car was spinning before me. Not even the second the car hit the tree below did my life flash before my eyes. I must say that it’s somewhat disappointing, considering all the shows and movies that would have you think otherwise.

    The most vivid memory I have is screaming “SHIT!” at the top of my lungs, after my car had finished its downward spiral.

    It’s sad, isn’t it? Not even the most basic expletive could come out of my mouth before my last moment. Somehow, it’s like I shrank back into myself and was forced to witness my own demise. I was completely powerless, but not afraid, just curious as to what the outcome would be.

    The flip of a coin, or spin of car, no one controls his own fate. The only choice we have is what expletive we’d like to scream out after the show is done… mine was “shit.”

  2. So true… Back in high school I had a similar experience where my car did a 360 before falling down 15 feet. I recall having no specific thoughts as the car was spinning before me. Not even the second the car hit the tree below did my life flash before my eyes. I must say that it’s somewhat disappointing, considering all the shows and movies that would have you think otherwise.

    The most vivid memory I have is screaming “SHIT!” at the top of my lungs, after my car had finished its downward spiral.

    It’s sad, isn’t it? Not even the most basic expletive could come out of my mouth before my last moment. Somehow, it’s like I shrank back into myself and was forced to witness my own demise. I was completely powerless, but not afraid, just curious as to what the outcome would be.

    The flip of a coin, or spin of car, no one controls his own fate. The only choice we have is what expletive we’d like to scream out after the show is done… mine was “shit.”

  3. Sweet mother of God, that’s some accident… 15 feet?! A tree?! Gee whiz, I’m glad you made it through all that.

    It’s strange how even now, after enough time has passed so that we can marvel at our near demise without feeling guilty, the whole scene still feels somewhat unreal. But I suppose in your case, the wrecked car must’ve been a worthy token of remembrance.

  4. Sweet mother of God, that’s some accident… 15 feet?! A tree?! Gee whiz, I’m glad you made it through all that.

    It’s strange how even now, after enough time has passed so that we can marvel at our near demise without feeling guilty, the whole scene still feels somewhat unreal. But I suppose in your case, the wrecked car must’ve been a worthy token of remembrance.

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