Re: Closest you have come to dying
Late one night on an interstate in Arkansas, I hit some road debris and slammed on my brakes in a panic. I blew out both front tires and did at least a 540 on the road before coming to a stop facing the wrong direction. I do not want to think of what might have happened if there had been other traffic behind me.
The worst part about was that after I got to a motel for the night, I needed to have a beer in the worst possible way, and I was in a dry county. @!#$@# baptists.
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