I recently took a road to a lake I used to visit as a kid. It would take me about 20 minutes to get there as a young adult. It now takes about an hour. It is a dirt road with about a 100 meter drop off on one side and a cliff face in the other side. It's about 20 miles to the lake.
Well, there was that one time I had the speedometer needle wrapped around and pointing straight down to neutral. 5 drunks, me included on bald tires. Good times.
Maybe there is 'higher power,' after all!!!
@Freedompath Yeah, it's probably a good thing I ran out of road and had to take my foot off the gas.
Oh yes traveling alone in a foreign country with virtually no money eating dates to survive and sleeping in youth hostels with no hot water, never mind bunk beds with thin mattresses, and no locks on doors. In a country like Israel in 1973 all I would see were camels, Arabs and solders. I can write a book about my close calls with trouble.
You ate your dates!!!
Wow...you are a brave gal!
Even with things that were dangerous, i never thought i was about to die! And i have been in real danger! And on that time thing...It seems to me everything takes longer, than in my young days! It seems like the days are even shorter...when I am trying to get something done! It must be an aged brain perception of time?
Got on the wrong city bus in Mumbai, India in '84 or '85. My friends/companions were receding into the distance so I jumped off the bus. Fell hard, rolled, got up and dodged all the bikes, motorized rickshaws and cars without getting hit. All I got was a big bruise on my hip. Ah, to be young and stupid again.
A number of times on my motorcycle. Not sure how I survived those times.
All the time... a lot of adventures and stories across a few continents in many lands.
many times ... thats called living to the max
Too many times. 120 mph on icy roads, working derricks, other stuff I won't mention
I was once driving on the interstate with my kids, and suddenly saw that the two 18-wheeler trucks in front of me were going to cut me off and get me killed.
But it was as though I was somebody else..somebody confident, amused, fearless. I stood on the accelerator and shot through a tiny opening between the swerving, speeding trucks, and saved our lives.
But thinking back I knew if I'd miscalculated at all, we'd all be dead instead.
Walking to work 5 am one morning I was walking towards a gas station and a truck was skidding as it had overshot the station, (which it was meant to be refuelling I think). Everything went kind of slow motion as the truck was sliding to hit the service station. He regained control and...no explosion. It was totally out of my hands, but so glad he recovered the truck in time. No one to witness it, apart from me, the driver and the chap in the service station.
My entire life, especially living with violent abusive hubby #1.