Post #59868 by pablus on Thu, Nov 13, 2003 10:53 PM

After working safely in 48 countries ( not counties) and driving in nearly all of them extensively, I went out one night for a drink at the closest bar to my home. The buddy that was supposed to meet me there went home instead.

At the last 4-way stop on my way home, I stopped and looked and proceeded...only to get smacked by some 19 yr. old punk who was loaded on Budw., had his lights off and had 3 priors for running Stops in a similar manner.

His Corolla flipped my Blazer 30 yards to my left into a telephone pole. I "came to" in the cargo bay ( I had moved a few garden tools out of it a few hours previous) and crawled out of the back window.

You never saw such a happy victim.

I kept screaming "Alive! I AM ALIVE!"

It was a pretty brutal and slow recovery - but just fine physically, except for this killer scar on my left leg that looks just like a shark bite. And, of course, it IS a shark bite... according to me.

Don't tell anyone the real story, OK?

I'm a surfer wannabe that never found a board long enough.