Why? :(

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Originally posted by Shinobi128


I was thinking, isn't there a law or something that says you're not supposed to leave the scene of an accident?

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I'm almost positive that only applies if you're actually involved in the accident.

My lastest story happened on August 23rd. My brother(Sqoon), sister, my bro's friend, and I were on our way to San Francisco on 101 to the Sony Metreon for the Kingdom Hearts event when suddenly traffic was stopped in front of us. I thought it was odd since it was only about 11:30 am. I looked over to the other side of the freeway when I noticed there was no cars at all. My first thought was that there was an accident that took up all four lanes on the other side and my side was rubber-necking. I've seen tons of accidents before, but nothing serious so I thought it was the usual fender bender with a big rig. Well, when we were nearing the accident, the first sight was a white van crushed on one side with blood that had dripped out of the side window. The seat was also drenched in blood. In the background was a big rig that was parked on the shoulder. Then as we got closer, there must have been at least 10 people sitting on the freeway with blood all over them. I couldn't tell if there was anybody laying on the road since there was a divider, but I'm pretty sure there was. The ambulance just arrived with police and fire trucks about half a mile behind them. All traffic had stopped. After I passed the accident, I noticed that I drove a little bit faster. I think I wanted to get away from the accident as soon as possible.

Okay, so this is all super depressing.

I have a story that isn't as depressing but made me think.

So my dad has this crap car that kept breaking down. I'm like, "Dad, get rid of this piece of shit; it's crap." And he's all, "Shut up boy!" (He does say that from time to time.) Anyhoo, he's driving to work, as per usual, and the car stalls, as per usual. So he pulls to the side of the highway, pops the hood. He's looking around and is cursing himself; there's nothing he can do for this craptacular car. While analyzing the remains of his now dead car, he gets this feeling. For some reason, he decides to peer around the side of the hood. All he sees is this car spinning (full fucking 360) towards his car, almost seconds away. Instead of freaking out, he promptly jumps over the guard-rail. A milisecond later he hears a huge bang. He cautiously peers over the guard-rail, only to see his car way, way, way down the road in pieces.

What was left of the car, you ask? A few mix-tapes of his (good tapes, by the way), the remains of one liscense plate and a touque.

What made me think: It was then that I learned that I deal with death and near-death experiences in a bizarre way. When I heard about it, I laughed, and thought of how funny it would have looked. (In hindsight it was pretty funny.)

However, after a couple of days, it hit me pretty hard: I almost lost my dad. Two more seconds and he wouldn't have known what hit him.

Weird.

*speachless* :(

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Originally posted by Briscobold
Okay, so this is all super depressing.

I have a story that isn't as depressing but made me think.

So my dad has this crap car that kept breaking down. I'm like, "Dad, get rid of this piece of shit; it's crap." And he's all, "Shut up boy!" (He does say that from time to time.) Anyhoo, he's driving to work, as per usual, and the car stalls, as per usual. So he pulls to the side of the highway, pops the hood. He's looking around and is cursing himself; there's nothing he can do for this craptacular car. While analyzing the remains of his now dead car, he gets this feeling. For some reason, he decides to peer around the side of the hood. All he sees is this car spinning (full fucking 360) towards his car, almost seconds away. Instead of freaking out, he promptly jumps over the guard-rail. A milisecond later he hears a huge bang. He cautiously peers over the guard-rail, only to see his car way, way, way down the road in pieces. What was left of the car, you ask? A few mix-tapes of his (good tapes, by the way), the remains of one liscense plate and a touque.

What made me think: It was then that I learned that I deal with death and near-death experiences in a bizarre way. When I heard about it, I laughed, and thought of how funny it would have looked. (In hindsight it was pretty funny.)

However, after a couple of days, it hit me pretty hard: I almost lost my dad. Two more seconds and he wouldn't have known what hit him.

Weird.

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I am glad he is ok.

That reminds of of a really sad story though. One of my dad's friends sons was killed in an accident similat to that. He was about 4 years older than me and I really admired him when I was little.

Anyway, he was driving along a highway and there had been a truck that had pulled over, which was probably similar to your father's car. The difference was that the truck did not break down. The drivers stopped to pee. So, anyway, he was driving along the highway and there was a bend in the highway. John (that was his name) crashed into the truck and died. :(:(:( I think the police said that he never saw the truck or tried to stop. It was night time and it was dark... maybe he took his eye off the road for a split second. No-one knows....... It was a really terrible thing. He was a really nice guy and he had a bright future ahead of him. He was an all-state hockey player too...

The one thing that keeps going thru my mind when I read this thread is how pointless most of the deaths and accidents are. It's such a stupid and sad way to die. *sigh*

If you really want to help you could call the police and say you witnessed the accident from afar and that you would submit a statement that made sure the person who hit them doesn't go to jail.

Just a thought.

The start of your story reminds me of a fairly funny one, Briscobold.

My dad sold our old car to our next door neighbours for a carton of beer.

that is all.

I wished my dad did that.

I fucking hate Hyunadais.