HighlanderNorth
Flashlight Enthusiast
*1.. My Dad always worked for a large company, but he hated the idea of living in the city, so he always made sure we lived either in the suburbs, or more often in rural areas. We always had a forest behind of beside or near our properties(we got transferred a lot), and I used to go out and catch animals, reptiles, amphibians, etc all the time. When we lived in NC, we lived at one house while I was in pre-school and kindergarten that was right beside the border of a golf course/country club that my parents were members of, and there was a deep forest and a low lying swampy area too, so there were all kinds of different animals living nearby,. and I'd come home with all sorts of animals like possum babies, turtles, frogs, and even poisonous snakes! Up in the area I live now, its rare to see any poisonous snakes, and the only ones around are Copperheads, but in NC, it was a different story! I probably shouldve died from bites from poisonous snakes before I was out of kindergarten!
*2.. When I was 20 in 1987, I was hanging out with friends, and I'd ridden my 5 month old Honda 450 Rebel to my friend Rob's parent's house about 20 minutes drive from my house, and then we all got into Rob's car and drove around for something to do and ended up back at my house. We drank, etc, and I told Rob and Mike they could stay at my place, and the next day Rob could drive me back so I could get my bike, but Rob insisted on leaving.
Now for some unknown, unclear, crazy reason, I decided to give my motorcycle keys to Rob, and I told him to ride my bike back to my house the next day with Mike following him. Thing is, Rob was the WORST driver of all time, and the WORST motorcycle rider as well, and I would NEVER let Rob drive my bike, but for some ungodly reason, I gave him the keys and let him leave with them.
The next day I waited for the 2 of them to show up with my bike, but they didnt. Every time I called I got no answer at either of their parent's houses. It wasnt til about 9pm the next day that someone finally answered the phone at Mike's house. I was completely flipping out by that time!
Well, it turns out the reason they didnt return my bike that day, was because on the drive back to Rob's house, they got in a MAJOR car accident as a result of Rob taking stupid risks! He ran a stop sign after turning his head lights off to see if anyone was coming perpendicular at the 4 way intersection by looking for headlights, and if not, he would just run the stop sign. Problem was, there WAS another car coming and they DID see headlights, but Rob decided to run the stop sign anyway!
Rob's little VW Rabbit was broadsided by an early 80's full sized Buick doing about 45mph, which slammed their car down into a ditch and up against a telephone pole. Rob walked away with fairly minor injuries, but Mike was nearly killed and almost died a few times in intensive care at the hospital. He had 2 partially or fully collapsed lungs, a ruptured spleen that was removed, major concussions, internal bleeding, his leg was broken so bad he had a steel rod placed in it permanently, bruised organs, etc.
Thing is, I never left my cars or my bike anywhere and let someone else, especially someone like Rob drive it later, but for some reason I did just that here! Its good I did, because the police said that had anyone been in the back seat of the VW Rabbit during that accident, they'd be dead! That wouldve been me.
*3. I was also in a crash where a buddy of mine rolled his beautiful '68 Mercury Cougar after hitting a small dirt bank on a rural road, and we rolled end over end and sideways across a field, over a petroleum pipeline sign, through a split rail fence and over a small rock pile. The car was crushed, but all 3 of us walked away! No injuries aside from a few bruises, and we werent even wearing seat belts because it was the mid 80's.... ^Thats one of the reasons I love old cars!
*2.. When I was 20 in 1987, I was hanging out with friends, and I'd ridden my 5 month old Honda 450 Rebel to my friend Rob's parent's house about 20 minutes drive from my house, and then we all got into Rob's car and drove around for something to do and ended up back at my house. We drank, etc, and I told Rob and Mike they could stay at my place, and the next day Rob could drive me back so I could get my bike, but Rob insisted on leaving.
Now for some unknown, unclear, crazy reason, I decided to give my motorcycle keys to Rob, and I told him to ride my bike back to my house the next day with Mike following him. Thing is, Rob was the WORST driver of all time, and the WORST motorcycle rider as well, and I would NEVER let Rob drive my bike, but for some ungodly reason, I gave him the keys and let him leave with them.
The next day I waited for the 2 of them to show up with my bike, but they didnt. Every time I called I got no answer at either of their parent's houses. It wasnt til about 9pm the next day that someone finally answered the phone at Mike's house. I was completely flipping out by that time!
Well, it turns out the reason they didnt return my bike that day, was because on the drive back to Rob's house, they got in a MAJOR car accident as a result of Rob taking stupid risks! He ran a stop sign after turning his head lights off to see if anyone was coming perpendicular at the 4 way intersection by looking for headlights, and if not, he would just run the stop sign. Problem was, there WAS another car coming and they DID see headlights, but Rob decided to run the stop sign anyway!
Rob's little VW Rabbit was broadsided by an early 80's full sized Buick doing about 45mph, which slammed their car down into a ditch and up against a telephone pole. Rob walked away with fairly minor injuries, but Mike was nearly killed and almost died a few times in intensive care at the hospital. He had 2 partially or fully collapsed lungs, a ruptured spleen that was removed, major concussions, internal bleeding, his leg was broken so bad he had a steel rod placed in it permanently, bruised organs, etc.
Thing is, I never left my cars or my bike anywhere and let someone else, especially someone like Rob drive it later, but for some reason I did just that here! Its good I did, because the police said that had anyone been in the back seat of the VW Rabbit during that accident, they'd be dead! That wouldve been me.
*3. I was also in a crash where a buddy of mine rolled his beautiful '68 Mercury Cougar after hitting a small dirt bank on a rural road, and we rolled end over end and sideways across a field, over a petroleum pipeline sign, through a split rail fence and over a small rock pile. The car was crushed, but all 3 of us walked away! No injuries aside from a few bruises, and we werent even wearing seat belts because it was the mid 80's.... ^Thats one of the reasons I love old cars!
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