10-8-10 about 11:30
I was driving home from work had just stopped for gas at shell. After reading how they claimed to be the Car and Driver's choice for performance gasoline I reached full. I snugged my cap, climbed in my pristine BMW and drove the dark backroad home.
I turned onto the road before mine rapidly accelerated shifting well below redline, but high enough to get me somewhere, then came one more final road before my neighborhood. I pulled rapidly down into second and popped my clutch with some aggressive gas and let out my back end.
The back end slid gracefully as planned, I began correcting the upset as I have done before. while correcting I heard the whine of my supercharger gloriously screaming to a sexy engine note. As the horsepower and PSI rose so did my fear. As too much power was given and I began accelerating off road.
My auto reaction took effect. I locked my wheels to correct the upset, slammed on my brakes to keep from going into the dark field, and clutched into neutral all within less than a second. My cat-like reaction was not enough. My mint condition paint was accelerating directly towards the barbed wire fence. I stopped with the sound of metal spikes grinding into the pristine silver hood of my car. My car was still running when I stopped, I instantly put it in reverse and spun furiously. I turned the key to put the monster to rest. I was shaken but no harm took place, seatbelt was worn. I was worried at this moment someone saw and would dial 911 as all I needed was a rope and another car to fix the problem at hand, rather than a policeman, a ticket, insurance inflation, and sheer embarrassment. So I attempted to "hide" and shut my lights off on the dark backroad as I contacted family for a tow. At that moment four headlights appeared on the horizon, on a road that is always empty. They kindly stopped and offered help. I said I have help coming there is probably nothing you can do. Then the second man got out of his white SUV and said it's little we can push it out. While walking around to push, the second man exclaimed "D**n man, thats a BMW. So I fired up shifted to reverse, spun furiously as my two new best friends pushed with all their might to help me out. Rubber met the road after about 5-7 seconds and I backed out and thanked the backroad travelers. I accelerated furiously to let out my rage and turned into my neighborhood less than a quarter mile away.
Bottom line, that little accident could've been my life. If I had accelerated any faster the barbwire could've beheaded me rather than scratch my baby's front end. Driving the Ultimate Driving Machine can be fun, but it must be done on a track of some sort, rather than an empty back road, or any road. Those roads are meant for travel, not fun. I hope I have swayed someone and saved a life. As my mishap can work to your advantage.
-Seth
I was driving home from work had just stopped for gas at shell. After reading how they claimed to be the Car and Driver's choice for performance gasoline I reached full. I snugged my cap, climbed in my pristine BMW and drove the dark backroad home.
I turned onto the road before mine rapidly accelerated shifting well below redline, but high enough to get me somewhere, then came one more final road before my neighborhood. I pulled rapidly down into second and popped my clutch with some aggressive gas and let out my back end.
The back end slid gracefully as planned, I began correcting the upset as I have done before. while correcting I heard the whine of my supercharger gloriously screaming to a sexy engine note. As the horsepower and PSI rose so did my fear. As too much power was given and I began accelerating off road.
My auto reaction took effect. I locked my wheels to correct the upset, slammed on my brakes to keep from going into the dark field, and clutched into neutral all within less than a second. My cat-like reaction was not enough. My mint condition paint was accelerating directly towards the barbed wire fence. I stopped with the sound of metal spikes grinding into the pristine silver hood of my car. My car was still running when I stopped, I instantly put it in reverse and spun furiously. I turned the key to put the monster to rest. I was shaken but no harm took place, seatbelt was worn. I was worried at this moment someone saw and would dial 911 as all I needed was a rope and another car to fix the problem at hand, rather than a policeman, a ticket, insurance inflation, and sheer embarrassment. So I attempted to "hide" and shut my lights off on the dark backroad as I contacted family for a tow. At that moment four headlights appeared on the horizon, on a road that is always empty. They kindly stopped and offered help. I said I have help coming there is probably nothing you can do. Then the second man got out of his white SUV and said it's little we can push it out. While walking around to push, the second man exclaimed "D**n man, thats a BMW. So I fired up shifted to reverse, spun furiously as my two new best friends pushed with all their might to help me out. Rubber met the road after about 5-7 seconds and I backed out and thanked the backroad travelers. I accelerated furiously to let out my rage and turned into my neighborhood less than a quarter mile away.
Bottom line, that little accident could've been my life. If I had accelerated any faster the barbwire could've beheaded me rather than scratch my baby's front end. Driving the Ultimate Driving Machine can be fun, but it must be done on a track of some sort, rather than an empty back road, or any road. Those roads are meant for travel, not fun. I hope I have swayed someone and saved a life. As my mishap can work to your advantage.
-Seth