Re: Closest you have come to dying
In high school we my friends and I lived near the cornfields. Usually we'd do a dry run around the two lane roads we'd zip around. During the initial run there was no debris or wet spots on the road.
During the second run I was the lead car, pushing a turn around seventy-five, my Toyota MR2 MKIII can handle in excess of ninety. [censored] wet-spot! Some farmer took the libery to water his crops during the heat of the summer afternoon. I spin out in his cornfield; my car jerkily naviagated between a telephone pool and a big [censored] oak tree. There was about thirty-six inches of clearance on either side.
Pissing your pants is not a pleasant experience.
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