Close Calls

[Mr Ektion]

i'm sure none of us have ever driven drunk or under the influence of alchohol. but we've all probably gotten into a car with someone who was.

any good stories of close calls? Or accidents where everyone made it out ok?

[omega_image]

well there was this one time when i was driving a drunk guy........ after his bday at barcode (or whatever it was at the time), and he ended up jumping out of the car and running away from me.

pause. that sounded pretty bad.

guess the best/worse story of liquor and cars would be my decision to drive 3 others home after a coworkers goodbye party. 2 passengers puking, getting pulled over, passing 2 breathalizers, then having my license suspended...... not for drunk driving or anything of the sort, but for racking up x amount of points on my license from prior offences (speeding, etc)

[laska]

This was a VERY stupid thing to do and I admit that.

Once after tennis practice I smoked a big joint then drove down Kingsway cranking Anne Savage. My head was getting fuzzy and I was zoning out, then suddenly I was swerving and ran into a long row of orange pylons outside the Purdy's. I jolted to full awareness and pulled over for a while to get my bearings back.

Scary what would have happened if I had driven straight into oncoming traffic. Yikes. This was probably about 10 years ago. Stupid kid!!

[-evil-duerr-]

one time me+friend were trying to pickup some "snacks" and were offered a ride from a friend who was passenger to some older fellow we'd never met.
We knew something was kind of funny when there was a screwdriver sticking out of the ignition and the older fellow was drinkin a beer but that didn't dissuade us. Next thing we know the guy takes us on some wild goose chase and decides to make his own short cuts by driving off the road. He cranks up the radio which was coincentally playing "Burton Commings- My Own Way to Rock" and starts driving like a maniac in a park full of trees which he narrowly avoided crashing into like it was some kind of sick sport.

So after we got the poop scared out of us we decided to jump out of the drunken lunatics sketch mobile and continue are mission by foot. Good times!

[SEAN!]

Originally Posted by omega_image

well there was this one time when i was driving a drunk guy........ after his bday at barcode (or whatever it was at the time), and he ended up jumping out of the car and running away from me.

pause. that sounded pretty bad.

guess the best/worse story of liquor and cars would be my decision to drive 3 others home after a coworkers goodbye party. 2 passengers puking, getting pulled over, passing 2 breathalizers, then having my license suspended...... not for drunk driving or anything of the sort, but for racking up x amount of points on my license from prior offences (speeding, etc)

heh was it ryan?

[tiedye]

Well, I think I can definitely take the award for the most stupid close call. When I was a teenager, I borrowed my buddy's car and drove down to Prince George for a Halloween rave. Sven vs Spanks were spinning so we were pretty stoked. Anyways, we have about $700 worth of drugs on us, a case of beer, and got into it an hour or so before we pulled out of Chetwynd. We drove down and went to the rave and then wound up at this sketchy after-party where this guy gave us some acid and told us we could chill out at his place until we came down. This was on top of K, MDMA, coke, shrooms, and alcohol over the past 16 hours.

About 20 minutes after I'd taken a quad, he sketches out and kicks everyone out. We sat in the parking lot for a little while trying to figure out where to go and what to do because we were in no condition to be in public. We decided to drive the car to this park my buddy knew that was secluded to hang out until we came down and could go back to his place (he lived with his folks). En route, I decide to take a detour onto this golf course that said it was closed for the long weekend. I pull up onto the fourth green and we smoke a joint.

About ten minutes later, this dog runs across the fairway below us followed by its owner and I know we're fucked. So I crank the stereo (we were listening to Meatloaf's "Bat Out of Hell" album) and book down this gravel path in the trees next to us. I had no idea where it lead to - it could have just been a dead end - but I was doing about 65km/h anyways. Luckily, it opened up into the parking lot so I gunned it.

Thinking it was just a half-foot drop down off the curb into the parking lot, I drive over the edge and realize it's like a five foot drop to the pavement. It felt like we were in the air for so long (mostly thanks to the LSD, I imagine). We slam onto the pavement, bounce around a bit, and manage not to crash. I stomp on the gas and head to the entrance only to find that when the woman we saw pulled in, she closed the barricade. Luckily it wasn't locked. We had to get out and open it, all the while we can hear a siren in the distance (she must have had a cell phone), and then drive off.

The whole time I was driving, I kept seeing horses galloping in and out of the yellow lines like dolphins swimming in the water. I just followed them and figured they'd keep us safe. We made it without getting caught, found the park about 15 minutes away, and chilled until we came down around 5 or 6pm.

Man, I was so fucking stupid (and lucky) back then.

[ebbomega]

I had someone who was a wee bit too intoxicated drive me home from a show once.

The other passengers in the car demanded, after about 10 blocks, to be let out. I rode it out but didn't correct them when they got my street number wrong and let me out 10 blocks early.

[Grapes]

I left a party with a couple who argued about which one of them was the closest to being sober enough to drive. Turned out neither of them really were. Almost hit several parked cars.. missed our exit for the Knight street bridge, and in the process of trying to get back en route to said exit, hit a road block. Car towed, license suspended, so much for my ride home. Took the bus home from there, leaving my discman behind at the bus stop. Wheeee

The only time I ever drove drunk was one night where I went out dancing with some girl.. thought I would be fine after just 4 drinks and some down time. I was NOT fine. Driving home scared the shit out of me, resolved never to drive after more than 1-2 drinks again.

[omega_image]

Originally Posted by SEAN!

heh was it ryan?

lol nope, but he was asian

[SEAN!]

Originally Posted by tiedye

Well, I think I can definitely take the award for the most stupid close call. When I was a teenager, I borrowed my buddy's car and drove down to Prince George for a Halloween rave. Sven vs Spanks were spinning so we were pretty stoked. Anyways, we have about $700 worth of drugs on us, a case of beer, and got into it an hour or so before we pulled out of Chetwynd. We drove down and went to the rave and then wound up at this sketchy after-party where this guy gave us some acid and told us we could chill out at his place until we came down. This was on top of K, MDMA, coke, shrooms, and alcohol over the past 16 hours.

About 20 minutes after I'd taken a quad, he sketches out and kicks everyone out. We sat in the parking lot for a little while trying to figure out where to go and what to do because we were in no condition to be in public. We decided to drive the car to this park my buddy knew that was secluded to hang out until we came down and could go back to his place (he lived with his folks). En route, I decide to take a detour onto this golf course that said it was closed for the long weekend. I pull up onto the fourth green and we smoke a joint.

About ten minutes later, this dog runs across the fairway below us followed by its owner and I know we're fucked. So I crank the stereo (we were listening to Meatloaf's "Bat Out of Hell" album) and book down this gravel path in the trees next to us. I had no idea where it lead to - it could have just been a dead end - but I was doing about 65km/h anyways. Luckily, it opened up into the parking lot so I gunned it.

Thinking it was just a half-foot drop down off the curb into the parking lot, I drive over the edge and realize it's like a five foot drop to the pavement. It felt like we were in the air for so long (mostly thanks to the LSD, I imagine). We slam onto the pavement, bounce around a bit, and manage not to crash. I stomp on the gas and head to the entrance only to find that when the woman we saw pulled in, she closed the barricade. Luckily it wasn't locked. We had to get out and open it, all the while we can hear a siren in the distance (she must have had a cell phone), and then drive off.

The whole time I was driving, I kept seeing horses galloping in and out of the yellow lines like dolphins swimming in the water. I just followed them and figured they'd keep us safe. We made it without getting caught, found the park about 15 minutes away, and chilled until we came down around 5 or 6pm.

Man, I was so fucking stupid (and lucky) back then.

oh man, thats scary

[mikey]

we rented some scooters at peachfest a few years back, i was loaded and was trying to race a cop on his bike. I lit it up at a stop light, fuck it was funny. ( i had to pick up the back end of the scooter hahaha) That same night we all jumped on out bikes trying to do wheelies down the strip at 3am... my bike doesn't do wheelies...

[Mr Ektion]

uhhh, yeah. thanks adam.

Ever seen the curious case of benjamin button?
*spoiler* that scene where that chick gets fucked up? and how 1 split second would have changed the course of her life?

well, a summer ago i went camping. we decided to stick around the campsite for an extra couple of hours. we even took the long way to walk to our cars.

on the road back it was dusty and windy. we had a caravan going, when a SUV rips by us on this treachorous road. The driver sped off around the corner kicking up dust, blinding our caravan.

The car in the lead got pulled over by a truck in the middle of the road. the driver comes to our car next asking if we have a first aid kit. we didn't but asked why.

30 seconds before 'the' suv drove off the road and into a ravine with a ~50 foot drop.

If we had left earlier, or took the short walk we wouldn't have been able to 'help' and by help i mean call the ambulance and wait. provide ice and common sense for drunk asses who decide to turn their flipped car on to see if it works (let alone speed to town on a gravel road drunk).

Moral of the story: heaven forbid you'll ever drink and drive while camping. but if you do, don't pass people on roads with 60' drop offs.