"And this is how you die" (NSFL) ((TEXT ONLY-Worthwile read)
Discussion
dibbers006 said:
@Teocali
Are you quoting me or the article? I didn't write this.
But from a why perspective... sometimes I think it is worthwhile to take a step back and consider how and why we do things, and what impact those tasks can carry.
Quoting error on my part, but was curious on why you wanted to share that article.Are you quoting me or the article? I didn't write this.
But from a why perspective... sometimes I think it is worthwhile to take a step back and consider how and why we do things, and what impact those tasks can carry.
I see your point on risk - I think the 10PS thread on here was the best deterrent to pressing on when driving on public roads.
Not for the impact on him but for how it affected the biker. I honestly believe that could have been me or a number of my friends - reading his account really made me change my driving.
I'll be honest, I couldn't stop reading that. If fighter pilots black out at 10G the mind boggles at what 200-300G does to you. Grim as they are, the analogies paint a picture of something you'd hopefully never otherwise know about.
Edited by Nick3point2 on Saturday 3rd December 12:13
I watched my grandfather die of old age at 103. Mind as sharp as a button and body just wore out; bed ridden and notably undignified especally at the end. Can't say I fancy just popping off when the old frame wears out then.
I watched my grandmother gradually lose her mind through old age to the point where she couldn't recognise even family and had to be looked after 24/7 in a care home. Yes, it did smell of pi$$ most of the time, and she certainly wasn't having a good time. Don't fancy going by just losing my mind therefore and drifting into oblivion.
I watched my father draw his last breath at 74 from lung cancer. A non-smoker he fought long and hard and struggled to get by for 18 months with 1/2 of a lung removed, then it got into his spine and he lost the use of his legs. Cancer is a b!tch then.
I wathed my mother fight bowel cancer at 73 as it took away her strength and vigour, and in the end her will to live. As above.
We've all got to go sometime, and it's naive to imagine we'll all pop-off unexpectedly and in a dignified manner just at the right time. While it's all very sensational to consider the gore and guts, I think there are worse ways that a split second of 'oh sh!t' before oblivion hits.
I watched my grandmother gradually lose her mind through old age to the point where she couldn't recognise even family and had to be looked after 24/7 in a care home. Yes, it did smell of pi$$ most of the time, and she certainly wasn't having a good time. Don't fancy going by just losing my mind therefore and drifting into oblivion.
I watched my father draw his last breath at 74 from lung cancer. A non-smoker he fought long and hard and struggled to get by for 18 months with 1/2 of a lung removed, then it got into his spine and he lost the use of his legs. Cancer is a b!tch then.
I wathed my mother fight bowel cancer at 73 as it took away her strength and vigour, and in the end her will to live. As above.
We've all got to go sometime, and it's naive to imagine we'll all pop-off unexpectedly and in a dignified manner just at the right time. While it's all very sensational to consider the gore and guts, I think there are worse ways that a split second of 'oh sh!t' before oblivion hits.
Roger Aldridge said:
Some people explode — like a thin plastic envelope full of offal which has been hurled against a brick wall. No pain.
They put them on a sheet of canvas and pick it up at the corners like, as one tow truck driver described it: "A tub of guts"
I haven't seen one of these.
Others die intact. Ruptured inside, you understand, but un-harmed to look at. There may be a thin, trickle of blood from an ear or nostril.
It annoys you, subconsciously ... you wish they'd raise a dead hand and wipe it away.
Death is not instantaneous.
Rather, it comes in a matter of minutes. There is no pain as we know it ... nothing sharp, exquisite, searing. It is an inner numbness, a bubbling frothing thing and a terrible inability to breathe.
They are winded, punched in the stomach by a ton of metal moving at 60 mph or more, shattering every bone in the body as a fist would shatter a wine glass wrapped in a rug.
They never breathe again.
I've seen a number of these.
Men die with their trousers on, which somehow lends them dignity.
Women die with their legs apart in a lewd display.
Children die most horribly because they are seldom properly seated or braced. And they are very small. They are thrown through jagged windscreens to roll and skid along road surfaces as abrasive as cheese-graters.
Or, cradled in their mother’s laps, they are sandwiched between her and the unyielding dashboard. Mummy might just as well have jumped on the child from a third-storey window.
Without meaning to, of course.
Some people are burned to death.
They are not incinerated, as you'd imagine, but tend to bake or char.
Their clothes burn off them— if it is wool it forms a ghastly black"crackling"— and the skin bakes into quite a hard rind which makes a hollow sound if you tap it.
When the corpse is lifted from the wreckage it is as rigid as a papier mache dummy.
... The Aristocrats!They put them on a sheet of canvas and pick it up at the corners like, as one tow truck driver described it: "A tub of guts"
I haven't seen one of these.
Others die intact. Ruptured inside, you understand, but un-harmed to look at. There may be a thin, trickle of blood from an ear or nostril.
It annoys you, subconsciously ... you wish they'd raise a dead hand and wipe it away.
Death is not instantaneous.
Rather, it comes in a matter of minutes. There is no pain as we know it ... nothing sharp, exquisite, searing. It is an inner numbness, a bubbling frothing thing and a terrible inability to breathe.
They are winded, punched in the stomach by a ton of metal moving at 60 mph or more, shattering every bone in the body as a fist would shatter a wine glass wrapped in a rug.
They never breathe again.
I've seen a number of these.
Men die with their trousers on, which somehow lends them dignity.
Women die with their legs apart in a lewd display.
Children die most horribly because they are seldom properly seated or braced. And they are very small. They are thrown through jagged windscreens to roll and skid along road surfaces as abrasive as cheese-graters.
Or, cradled in their mother’s laps, they are sandwiched between her and the unyielding dashboard. Mummy might just as well have jumped on the child from a third-storey window.
Without meaning to, of course.
Some people are burned to death.
They are not incinerated, as you'd imagine, but tend to bake or char.
Their clothes burn off them— if it is wool it forms a ghastly black"crackling"— and the skin bakes into quite a hard rind which makes a hollow sound if you tap it.
When the corpse is lifted from the wreckage it is as rigid as a papier mache dummy.
MEH
What no-one conciders the possable outcomes of thier actions? i run through the possable outcomes of every overtake, every pass and every arse out moment in my head, if the odds are too scarey i back off, not concidering all those happenings above is the reason people drive around like pricks and crash, that and i used to be a recovery driver and have taken away a few "aftermath" cars with bits of skull stuck in the screen, fingers left on the seat ect.
Think before you drive like a cock, ok i still drive like a cock at times but only if the odds are stacked against me dying in a horrable crash as a result of MY actions, worked fine so far .
What no-one conciders the possable outcomes of thier actions? i run through the possable outcomes of every overtake, every pass and every arse out moment in my head, if the odds are too scarey i back off, not concidering all those happenings above is the reason people drive around like pricks and crash, that and i used to be a recovery driver and have taken away a few "aftermath" cars with bits of skull stuck in the screen, fingers left on the seat ect.
Think before you drive like a cock, ok i still drive like a cock at times but only if the odds are stacked against me dying in a horrable crash as a result of MY actions, worked fine so far .
Nick3point2 said:
I'm not trying to start an argument, but in what way?
That post was more about death than cars, I just thought it was inappropriate."Children die most horribly because they are seldom properly seated or braced. And they are very small. They are thrown through jagged windscreens to roll and skid along road surfaces as abrasive as cheese-graters."
Great that's put me in a good mood for the day. There are websites where people who have a strange interest in death, i just don't feel that it's the best thing to read on here. Maybe i'm the only one who thinks like this but, it's just my opinion.
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