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3/10/2005 10:03:28 PM
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My friend, the suicidal maniac. And his car.
Ok. Picture this. Your friend, a known manic depressive who seems unusually hyper today, invites you over for a some Halo 2 matches. You agree and get in his car, but you've hardly closed the door when he reverses onto the road, pedal pressed to the floor. He does a swerving skid that leaves long tyre marks on the road, then speeds off. It's dark, there's no traffic, and he's on third gear already. Jumping the traffic lights, he shifts up a gear. 60mph already. 65. 70. The car jumps as the gear goes up again. 80. 90. A single car passes, horn blaring as he swerves out of the way. Your friend then decides to start laughing and swerves the car across lanes repeatedly, making the radio jump. At least he slows down for the corner, scraping the curve at 60mph. Finally he reaches his house.
I STILL PWNED HIS ASS!!!
But seriously, this happened to me yesterday. All of it. Any experiences that put your life in danger, post it here.
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I remember, a year or so ago, my older brother had fixed his old moped, and offered me the chance to ride it. Bad idea. I went about I dunno, wasn't paying too much attention to the MPH thingy, but id say 80 miles an hour. You wanna know why I say that? Everything around me looked like a colored blur except the moped and myself, I went back inside (This was on our street) and the adrenline was really pumping for about 10 minutes, and so was my heart. Gosh that was scary. From now on, i'm sticking to snowmachines for that type of vehicle! [Edited on 3/10/2005 6:53:26 PM]
