July 7, 2005
Sometimes I am a very stupid lucky young man
We drove past the scene of the crime yesterday - I still had a(nother) crushing hangover and nowhere near enough sleep - up to that point I was being kind of casual about the incident - Robin and John had been to - just the bumper - no ones hurt - sort of ”yeah I crashed the car because I had this girl on my lap at the time and I lost concentration - don’t kiss girls while driving - hahaha” - but when we actually saw the scene at the truning at Pondok Indah it was a crushing blow dealt by reality - knocks the wind out of you and stands above saying ”you are a very stupid lucky young man and if you pull anything like this again you won’t be breathing but more to the point someone else might not be either and unlike you they won’t deserve it”
To have managed to get up onto the side of the road after hitting the concrete reservation meant I must of been travelling at a fairly great speed while taking the corner - the height of the concrete is about 1 or 2 feet - then once driving on the reservation I have mowed down and shredded about three trees’s (not 1000 year old oak types but more of the stringy, just starting out, cannot breath in the traffic fumes ones) and then torn up the grass everywhere - then the sickener - the tire marks show that I must of swerved back onto the road just before I ploughed into the fucking huge concrete wall of the overhead toll road.
The three of us had been out for a big night - so much of everything - I’m not drinking beer much these days and prefer whisky Gin and double vodka’s - these go down far too well and before you know it you are wasted without realising the bomb has dropped - I had left my car at Johns hotel, 5 mins round the corner from my apartment - me and the girl got back to the hotel at around 3am deserted streets and silence abounding - the tea auction would start in seven hours - the car needed to be at my house (I reasoned) - its a short drive.
Minnie (as I call her) is a good time girl and she was getting hot in the car - can’t keep our hands off each other - I take the corner - take my eyes off the road and into hers - drifted a second - then BOOM! like a rhino hitting the front right side it sounds the bell of reality - she’s out of my lap and back in the passenger seat screaming - tree’s and bushes appearing in the windscreen a second - then disappearing sucked under the wheels - headlit chaos - no road anymore - surreal drama filling the screen - she’s screaming - the engine’s screaming - but I’m taking it in like taking snapshots with a camera - stop start motion - my fucked up mind not in a state of panic or fear or terror - just bemused - watching this happen and thinking “hmmmm.... this isn’t good....”
Hardly poignant possible final words
and then its over - we’re back on the road - silence - then freaked laughther - shocked relief and ”what the fuck!?!” - two or three seconds at the most it had lasted - now gone - onto the next thing - back to the apartment - fuck like rabbits.
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You can’t make a case for driving wasted - but sometimes folk will think they know themselves and their limits - their own power of control to be followed more than under the those set out rules of law - metabolism - ability to sober yourself and regain control - that you’ll take it easy and nothing bad will happen to you - it’s deserted - it’s 3am - it’s five minutes round the corner - I’m Ok - it’s Ok - in the west you’d never do it but out here its different because so much else is out of control.
No dice
“you are a very stupid lucky young man and if you pull anything like this again you won’t be breathing but more to the point someone else might not be either and unlike you they won’t deserve it”
Even more stupid that such an incident like this had to happen to make me properly understand that - I write this post and know that some people will read and get pretty angry - justifiably - all I can say is lesson learned and after seeing that wall I appreciate I’m pretty lucky to be around to learn it.
To have managed to get up onto the side of the road after hitting the concrete reservation meant I must of been travelling at a fairly great speed while taking the corner - the height of the concrete is about 1 or 2 feet - then once driving on the reservation I have mowed down and shredded about three trees’s (not 1000 year old oak types but more of the stringy, just starting out, cannot breath in the traffic fumes ones) and then torn up the grass everywhere - then the sickener - the tire marks show that I must of swerved back onto the road just before I ploughed into the fucking huge concrete wall of the overhead toll road.
The three of us had been out for a big night - so much of everything - I’m not drinking beer much these days and prefer whisky Gin and double vodka’s - these go down far too well and before you know it you are wasted without realising the bomb has dropped - I had left my car at Johns hotel, 5 mins round the corner from my apartment - me and the girl got back to the hotel at around 3am deserted streets and silence abounding - the tea auction would start in seven hours - the car needed to be at my house (I reasoned) - its a short drive.
Minnie (as I call her) is a good time girl and she was getting hot in the car - can’t keep our hands off each other - I take the corner - take my eyes off the road and into hers - drifted a second - then BOOM! like a rhino hitting the front right side it sounds the bell of reality - she’s out of my lap and back in the passenger seat screaming - tree’s and bushes appearing in the windscreen a second - then disappearing sucked under the wheels - headlit chaos - no road anymore - surreal drama filling the screen - she’s screaming - the engine’s screaming - but I’m taking it in like taking snapshots with a camera - stop start motion - my fucked up mind not in a state of panic or fear or terror - just bemused - watching this happen and thinking “hmmmm.... this isn’t good....”
Hardly poignant possible final words
and then its over - we’re back on the road - silence - then freaked laughther - shocked relief and ”what the fuck!?!” - two or three seconds at the most it had lasted - now gone - onto the next thing - back to the apartment - fuck like rabbits.
--
You can’t make a case for driving wasted - but sometimes folk will think they know themselves and their limits - their own power of control to be followed more than under the those set out rules of law - metabolism - ability to sober yourself and regain control - that you’ll take it easy and nothing bad will happen to you - it’s deserted - it’s 3am - it’s five minutes round the corner - I’m Ok - it’s Ok - in the west you’d never do it but out here its different because so much else is out of control.
No dice
“you are a very stupid lucky young man and if you pull anything like this again you won’t be breathing but more to the point someone else might not be either and unlike you they won’t deserve it”
Even more stupid that such an incident like this had to happen to make me properly understand that - I write this post and know that some people will read and get pretty angry - justifiably - all I can say is lesson learned and after seeing that wall I appreciate I’m pretty lucky to be around to learn it.
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