Not spooky per se, but it scared the shit out of me:
I was 16 or 17 at the time and worked for a DJ pushing road cases and setting up/striking equipment. One winter weekend, upon striking everything after a wedding, I stepped outside around 2am to find myself in the middle of a blizzard. I had borrowed my dad’s F250 with AWD for the evening, so in my infinite wisdom, I decided it would be fine to drive the 20 or so miles home.
There was absolutely nobody on the road, not even plows/salt trucks. Like many teenagers, though, I thought I was invincible, so I drove way faster than was reasonable in those conditions. About halfway back, I’m on an overpass across a major highway and hit a patch of ice. Cue the fishtail, then panic as my life flashed before my eyes. I ended up spinning about 2.25 revolutions, and come to stop perpendicular to the road with a few inches between my front bumper and the outer barrier of the overpass. Too bad I wasn’t wearing brown pants.
I managed to get the rest of the way home without incident, but I have never taken any chances driving in suspect conditions again- I figure I used up all my luck surviving that event.
Not spooky per se, but it scared the shit out of me:
I was 16 or 17 at the time and worked for a DJ pushing road cases and setting up/striking equipment. One winter weekend, upon striking everything after a wedding, I stepped outside around 2am to find myself in the middle of a blizzard. I had borrowed my dad’s F250 with AWD for the evening, so in my infinite wisdom, I decided it would be fine to drive the 20 or so miles home.
There was absolutely nobody on the road, not even plows/salt trucks. Like many teenagers, though, I thought I was invincible, so I drove way faster than was reasonable in those conditions. About halfway back, I’m on an overpass across a major highway and hit a patch of ice. Cue the fishtail, then panic as my life flashed before my eyes. I ended up spinning about 2.25 revolutions, and come to stop perpendicular to the road with a few inches between my front bumper and the outer barrier of the overpass. Too bad I wasn’t wearing brown pants.
I managed to get the rest of the way home without incident, but I have never taken any chances driving in suspect conditions again- I figure I used up all my luck surviving that event.
Did you literally have your flash before your eyes and shit your pants, or are these expressions?
My life flashing before my eyes was an expression, but in that moment i truly believed I was going to die.
I did also piss myself, but the typical expression is brown pants, not yellow.