I was once driving with my wife through a very foggy roadway, when a huge truck came from the other way with these powerful fog lights and totally blinded me for a couple of seconds. It was enough that I missed the sign that a curve was coming so I took it too fast, lost control of my pickup and ended up rolling two and a half times landing with the pickup sideways on my wife’s side.
The moment I realised we were gonna flip was the most terrified I’ve ever been, mostly because I worried about my wife. Luckily a bus full of people was just passing by and they stopped and helped us get out and calm us down while the authorities came.
After that while talking to the cops I kept blaming myself, to the point that my wife got pissed and told the cops that I was still in shock and it was the truck’s fault and that they should just dismiss my rambling, saving me in the end from paying any fines lol.
It’s good that you and your wife made it through that experience okay.
I once rolled my car just due to driving in the snow down a mountain. It wasn’t quite scary like yours - in fact, I remember feeling a detachment as I started sliding towards an obstacle, thinking basically “okay, this is going to happen. I can’t do anything about it. What can I do to minimize the damage?”
I never ended up hitting the obstacle. The car rolled and I think the material of the roof generated more friction than the tires had, so I stopped sooner.
The car performed one full rotation, landing on one side, then the roof, then the other side, then back right side up. The interesting thing to me is that I didn’t realize the car was rolling until all the loose objects in the car started, from my perspective, defying gravity, then started obeying it again.
I came out completely physically unhurt, but one of the loose objects in the car was a jack. I saw it fly straight past my head. That could have been bad.
As I said, it was snowing and I was on a mountain in Pennsylvania. It was a long time ago and cell phone coverage wasn’t very good, let alone in that area. I ended up walking into the drainage ditch (figuring that the debris there might give my shoes more traction, maybe not the best idea in retrospect, but I neither slipped nor fell) and walking up to knock on the door of the nearest house to call a tow truck. I think it was nine or ten pm.
I couldn’t really see the resident, but I could see their feet on their recliner and the TV they were watching. The first time I knocked, there was no reaction. I waited a short while and knocked again and saw them reach to turn the TV up.
I got the message and walked to the next house. They were much more helpful.
I get what you mean. I actually think that if I were alone that time I would just roll with it (no pun intended) and dealt with whatever happened after that, the terrifying thing was the feeling of responsibility for my wife’s safety and that at that moment it was totally out of my control.
When all that happened, her phone went flying around the car and hit her in the forehead, that’s the main injury she suffered from all the ordeal so thankfully was nothing serious in the end.
For sure. When my rollover happened I was alone - no dependents and no one in the car with me. Now I have a wife and a daughter and if anything threatened to happen to them, especially under my care, I would be terrified.
Again, though; I absolutely believe you were justifiably frightened in the moment, but I’m glad things worked out!
I was once driving with my wife through a very foggy roadway, when a huge truck came from the other way with these powerful fog lights and totally blinded me for a couple of seconds. It was enough that I missed the sign that a curve was coming so I took it too fast, lost control of my pickup and ended up rolling two and a half times landing with the pickup sideways on my wife’s side.
The moment I realised we were gonna flip was the most terrified I’ve ever been, mostly because I worried about my wife. Luckily a bus full of people was just passing by and they stopped and helped us get out and calm us down while the authorities came.
After that while talking to the cops I kept blaming myself, to the point that my wife got pissed and told the cops that I was still in shock and it was the truck’s fault and that they should just dismiss my rambling, saving me in the end from paying any fines lol.
It’s good that you and your wife made it through that experience okay.
I once rolled my car just due to driving in the snow down a mountain. It wasn’t quite scary like yours - in fact, I remember feeling a detachment as I started sliding towards an obstacle, thinking basically “okay, this is going to happen. I can’t do anything about it. What can I do to minimize the damage?”
I never ended up hitting the obstacle. The car rolled and I think the material of the roof generated more friction than the tires had, so I stopped sooner.
The car performed one full rotation, landing on one side, then the roof, then the other side, then back right side up. The interesting thing to me is that I didn’t realize the car was rolling until all the loose objects in the car started, from my perspective, defying gravity, then started obeying it again.
I came out completely physically unhurt, but one of the loose objects in the car was a jack. I saw it fly straight past my head. That could have been bad.
As I said, it was snowing and I was on a mountain in Pennsylvania. It was a long time ago and cell phone coverage wasn’t very good, let alone in that area. I ended up walking into the drainage ditch (figuring that the debris there might give my shoes more traction, maybe not the best idea in retrospect, but I neither slipped nor fell) and walking up to knock on the door of the nearest house to call a tow truck. I think it was nine or ten pm.
I couldn’t really see the resident, but I could see their feet on their recliner and the TV they were watching. The first time I knocked, there was no reaction. I waited a short while and knocked again and saw them reach to turn the TV up.
I got the message and walked to the next house. They were much more helpful.
I get what you mean. I actually think that if I were alone that time I would just roll with it (no pun intended) and dealt with whatever happened after that, the terrifying thing was the feeling of responsibility for my wife’s safety and that at that moment it was totally out of my control.
When all that happened, her phone went flying around the car and hit her in the forehead, that’s the main injury she suffered from all the ordeal so thankfully was nothing serious in the end.
For sure. When my rollover happened I was alone - no dependents and no one in the car with me. Now I have a wife and a daughter and if anything threatened to happen to them, especially under my care, I would be terrified.
Again, though; I absolutely believe you were justifiably frightened in the moment, but I’m glad things worked out!