SO, Monday before Thanksgiving I hydroplaned going round a corner and ended up going off an embankment 30 feet and landing at the base of a tree ( broke it in half the poor thing ).
It’s because I’m a cocky driver and I had been purposely drifting around corners, but this one kicked my ass.
And I thought it was so interesting, that the entire time, I was so level headed. I never took my hand off the wheel, I didn’t spin a bunch and actually did manage to get the car straight (straight off a cliff). I merely said “Oh God” which I have only ever said once before when I almost died this other time.(Which is odd in itself because I’m far from religious) but I wonder this:
Am I not afraid because I’m fearless, or because I’m a silly teenager with a prefrontal cortex that still needs 3 years to develop.
All in all it was a rather thrilling experience.
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@beckable8p, Hahaha, that’s funny. I used to be exactly the same way and I still am to some degree but I have calmed down a lot as I’ve gotten older. Usually guys are more likely to be this way (in my experience). I’m guessing it is probably both but probably has a little more to do with your age. How old are you?
@beckable8p, its probably because you fancy yourself a great driver, and had nothing happen before to make you question that. You keep pushing the envelope farther and farther and sounds like you found a breaking point. I was the same way before I had my accident, I thought the road could do me no wrong.
A mix of both. As a teenager I would drive 190km’s/hr on backroads just because I loved the adrenaline rush. Now thinking back (I’m turning 22 soon) I can’t imagine how I would ever convince myself that it was a good idea. We do stupid shit as teenagers, maybe it’s because we’re not yet afraid of death or don’t fully understand what it means. Either way, I vote for the frontal cortex option.
@beckable8p, been there too… its cause you know you’re good. I too love fucking winter driving. I’ve been in 10-too-many close calls and won’t learn my lesson, causes its such a rush to drift a corner… or a vacant lot… or an entire amphitheatre parking lot (that was intense).
Almost killed my friend, but didn’t give a shit while it was happening – just totally focused on steering the car away from the incoming telephone pole and getting T-boned at 30 mph, most likely heavily injuring (killing) my friend…
Its just, you don’t think about the future if you’re on that steering wheel – if you need to control things, you just take over. Sometimes you panic though – and thats when you die. Don’t panic, keep the grip…