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Was thinking today (too much time on my hands) about lucky escapes.
I think my first one was the Hatfield train crash in October 2000.
I had booked a seat on the train and actually missed my taxi at the departure end. Didn't make the train. My mum assumed I was involved and was shocked when I turned up few hours later.
2nd one - more trivial but car related. Had my new (to me) 911, bought 2 days before.
Sunday evening and for some reason I decided to go for a drive at 10pm. With work the next day (6am start) it was pretty silly, but I guess any excuse with a new car.
That evening about 10 mins later a drunk driver came round the corner and totalled next door's Honda CRV and front wall. Left her number plate as a souvenir. Had my car been parked there it would have been totalled.
I lived in that house for 7 years (350 weeks) and that was the one week my car wasn't parked there Sunday night.
I think my first one was the Hatfield train crash in October 2000.
I had booked a seat on the train and actually missed my taxi at the departure end. Didn't make the train. My mum assumed I was involved and was shocked when I turned up few hours later.
2nd one - more trivial but car related. Had my new (to me) 911, bought 2 days before.
Sunday evening and for some reason I decided to go for a drive at 10pm. With work the next day (6am start) it was pretty silly, but I guess any excuse with a new car.
That evening about 10 mins later a drunk driver came round the corner and totalled next door's Honda CRV and front wall. Left her number plate as a souvenir. Had my car been parked there it would have been totalled.
I lived in that house for 7 years (350 weeks) and that was the one week my car wasn't parked there Sunday night.
Whistle said:
Used to go to a nightclub 20 miles away every Saturday night without fail , my mate drove as he didn’t drink.
One week I had an offer of the local bike as her parents where away. As a 19 year old lad I took up the offer.
Next morning early on I find out they crashed on the way home and all got killed.
Apologies for making light of a grim topic, but at 19 the only bike I was riding was my Raleigh burner One week I had an offer of the local bike as her parents where away. As a 19 year old lad I took up the offer.
Next morning early on I find out they crashed on the way home and all got killed.
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