Plan B Forum

I don't know what the fuck happened. It had not just changed, there was nothing that I can remember going through my mind that would have been distracting me, it was not an unfamiliar stretch of road. I just didn't notice it until I was halfway through the intersection and someone was honking at me. Incredibly lucky that the first car in the cross traffic was turning left and had already slowed enough that he could stop; otherwise I would have been t-boned full on.

I can't recall a single time in 33 years of driving that I failed to yield right of way, let alone did something like this. I had to pull over for a few minutes because I thought I would faint or throw up.

Glad you're safe old son...

(Thinking of the Poz cruise again? )

That's how it starts ... driving through the occasional red light.  Next comes missing traffic signs like stop signs, 'do not enter' signs, or 'one-way street' arrows.  Then will come the interminable waits to make a left turn across a traffic lane until one is certain that there is nothing moving within a 100 yard (100 metre, for you crazy Canucks) radius and everything is clear before even releasing the brake and beginning the turn.

I give you about another two years, max, before you have turned into the classic older driver, hanging out at 90 kph in the left-hand lane of the highway with your right-turn indicator constantly flashing.


-"BB"-

I've done that too Scoot. Luckily only once and luckily at a quiet intersection with no other traffic around. I wasn't tired, I wasn't distracted. I just had a brain fart and the fact that the light was red didn't register until I'd driven through it.

You should turn over your car keys to someone you trust and start using Uber. It's for the good of all Canadians and it's the right thing to do...

This could be you:

It could very well have been, had the guy coming across not had a better presence of mind than I did. Hence the urge to vomit for several minutes afterward.

Glad you're ok.

A little vomit never hurt anyone.

Scooter wrote:It could very well have been, had the guy coming across not had a better presence of mind than I did. Hence the urge to vomit for several minutes afterward.

Knowing the seriousness of your close call, maybe I shouldn't have used humor. That's not like me... .

Since you aren't going to forget this experience any time soon, it's not likely to happen again. Stay safe...

Its a cooperative enterprise. Think back over the last 33 years and recall how many times your alert and attentive driving saved some poor schlubs Canadian bacon.

So you just got a little Karmic payback. And you get to be the grateful schlub.

Aum.

yrs,
rubato

could be Alzheimer s......

...or Post-Trump Traumatic Stress.

About five years ago I ran a light in a Crown Vic P71 I'd just bought about ten minutes earlier. It was at an intersection where two four lane streets with posted speed limits of 40 and 45 MPH meet. The brake pedal went to the floor, and DID NOT come back up. It was red for a few seconds when I got there. Luckily the cross traffic had already cleared the corner. A very short time later I hooked my toe under the pedal to bring it back up into "pumping mode".

Once I got into fixing the brakes, I found that the rings of the rear rotors had completely worn away from their hubs. The calipers had apparently clinched the pads onto them for some time. You'd think the city would take better care of their cars.

wesw wrote:...or Post-Trump Traumatic Stress.

I just want to know what's going to happen when Trump unrolls his true agenda and the Trumpanzees start experiencing 'Buyer's Regret' ... only to find that there are 'no refunds, no exchanges, all sales are final'.

-"BB"-

Just to be safe, make an appointment with you PCP for a complete physical workup. Hey, you never know.