I think you were about 10 the year we went to Florida and encountered that wave pool!
Actually, as I read your posting, I think it's remarkable that any of us ever lived to adulthood (or whatever this stage of life is). I had my share of foolhardy "adventures" but I try not to think too much of them any more.
I had two nasty accidents while commuting to Peterborough, NH (52 miles each way) back in the mid-90s. First was when I fell asleep at the wheel for a few seconds and woke up to see myself heading off the road at 60 mph. I had the choice of a stone bridge abutment or hoping the guard rail would keep me out of whatever the bridge was crossing. It did.
Second one was during a blizzard. I was driving home in my large, rear-drive sedan when it started looping. I think I did a 360 PLUS a 270 and ended up backing into one of those cheap wire-cable plus telephone-pole-stub guard rails they have in NH. It kept me out of the lake/pond I was crossing, for which I was quite thankful. They pulled me out and the car remained driveable. I stayed the night with a friend from work and drove home in the cold light of day.
BTW, later on the State of NH saw fit to bill me for replacing the guard rails in both instances!
Then there was the time I was driving home from NH about 10pm or so. Plenty dark. All of a sudden there was a loud thump and the car started moving sideways. Since this was in the middle of summer, I at least didn't have to contend with slippery roads. After I came to a stop I realized that my outside rear-view mirror was missing. Tracked it down and figured out that a deer had run into the side of my car. This was confirmed by the insurance estimator, who lifted the back door handle and took out a bunch of brown-colored hair.
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Actually, as I read your posting, I think it's remarkable that any of us ever lived to adulthood (or whatever this stage of life is). I had my share of foolhardy "adventures" but I try not to think too much of them any more.
I had two nasty accidents while commuting to Peterborough, NH (52 miles each way) back in the mid-90s. First was when I fell asleep at the wheel for a few seconds and woke up to see myself heading off the road at 60 mph. I had the choice of a stone bridge abutment or hoping the guard rail would keep me out of whatever the bridge was crossing. It did.
Second one was during a blizzard. I was driving home in my large, rear-drive sedan when it started looping. I think I did a 360 PLUS a 270 and ended up backing into one of those cheap wire-cable plus telephone-pole-stub guard rails they have in NH. It kept me out of the lake/pond I was crossing, for which I was quite thankful. They pulled me out and the car remained driveable. I stayed the night with a friend from work and drove home in the cold light of day.
BTW, later on the State of NH saw fit to bill me for replacing the guard rails in both instances!
Then there was the time I was driving home from NH about 10pm or so. Plenty dark. All of a sudden there was a loud thump and the car started moving sideways. Since this was in the middle of summer, I at least didn't have to contend with slippery roads. After I came to a stop I realized that my outside rear-view mirror was missing. Tracked it down and figured out that a deer had run into the side of my car. This was confirmed by the insurance estimator, who lifted the back door handle and took out a bunch of brown-colored hair.