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Well, as with most of my topics that are obscure, it follows and event that happened recently. Mine happened about an hour ago.
After finishing drum practice, One of my friends named Heck and one of my other friends who we will call Webster decided to go eat at a popular chicken place in the next town. I rode with Heck because my mom wasn't too keen on me driving to Houma in the rain. Well, we make it there in 10 minutes when it normally takes 20. This I knew was an omen.
I brought Webster to practice so eventually I had to bring him home. He rode with another friend of ours named Reu to the place to eat. He rode home with us. My truck was at school.
Heck decided to scare Webster by pretending to go the wrong way even though he knew the way. While we were driving this dimly lit road, I was trying to crank the window up with a wrench since Heck's car is a piece of ****. It seriously has no handles on the passenger side, you have to open it from the outside.
Anyway, we were going to a place called Devil Swamp Road, where many people have wrecked but most people go there to mud ride a little. After making some sharp turns that put us on 2 wheels, I became a little scared but then put to ease. We crossed some train tracks when we hit a HUGE puddle of water. It put us under for a little bit. Then, we continued to drive after being scared when Heck lost control a little. I then notice we were swerving off the road onto the Sugar cane. Luckly it was all cut and as we weren't further I knew this would be bad. We rested after about a 30 feet run in the mud. I stepped out the car and asserted the situation before calling Reu. We managed to stop about 5 feet before these huge ruts (the kind you see when people plant stuff on large farms). If we had gone that extra 5 feet, which may have meant a little bit more speed, we would have flipped forward as Heck's car isn't too high so the front bumper would have caught the rut. I began to panick a little as I realized how close I was to death.
Reu came and some kind people who were passing by. After many failed attempts we finally got free and thanked the kind people. Heck dropped us off at school and I brought Webster home. We thought alot about how dangerous it all was and we tried to cope with what happened. Then, I brought Webster home and came home.
I guess, I just wanted to get that all out off my chest for now. I mean the fact that I could have been killed or hurt to the point where I couldn't move till morning frightened me. Anyone else have anything close to this?
After finishing drum practice, One of my friends named Heck and one of my other friends who we will call Webster decided to go eat at a popular chicken place in the next town. I rode with Heck because my mom wasn't too keen on me driving to Houma in the rain. Well, we make it there in 10 minutes when it normally takes 20. This I knew was an omen.
I brought Webster to practice so eventually I had to bring him home. He rode with another friend of ours named Reu to the place to eat. He rode home with us. My truck was at school.
Heck decided to scare Webster by pretending to go the wrong way even though he knew the way. While we were driving this dimly lit road, I was trying to crank the window up with a wrench since Heck's car is a piece of ****. It seriously has no handles on the passenger side, you have to open it from the outside.
Anyway, we were going to a place called Devil Swamp Road, where many people have wrecked but most people go there to mud ride a little. After making some sharp turns that put us on 2 wheels, I became a little scared but then put to ease. We crossed some train tracks when we hit a HUGE puddle of water. It put us under for a little bit. Then, we continued to drive after being scared when Heck lost control a little. I then notice we were swerving off the road onto the Sugar cane. Luckly it was all cut and as we weren't further I knew this would be bad. We rested after about a 30 feet run in the mud. I stepped out the car and asserted the situation before calling Reu. We managed to stop about 5 feet before these huge ruts (the kind you see when people plant stuff on large farms). If we had gone that extra 5 feet, which may have meant a little bit more speed, we would have flipped forward as Heck's car isn't too high so the front bumper would have caught the rut. I began to panick a little as I realized how close I was to death.
Reu came and some kind people who were passing by. After many failed attempts we finally got free and thanked the kind people. Heck dropped us off at school and I brought Webster home. We thought alot about how dangerous it all was and we tried to cope with what happened. Then, I brought Webster home and came home.
I guess, I just wanted to get that all out off my chest for now. I mean the fact that I could have been killed or hurt to the point where I couldn't move till morning frightened me. Anyone else have anything close to this?