Toolie
10-10-2004, 06:27 PM
So yesterday, my friends Darren and Dan pick up Russ and I from his dorm on the north end of campus. We stop by the south end at mine and Dan's hall to grab some things quick, so we try to find a parking spot in the lot behind my building - which happens to be the main lot for the campus.
A small divider splits the entrance to the lot for entering and exiting traffic. We go past this divider, look for a spot.. can't find any. Darren, who is driving and not from here, starts to reverse as we decide we'll just hold the car next to the building for a minute since we wont be long. He reverses fast out of the lot, but neglects to realize the concrete divider is present.
The left tires jump on to the divider as the right two tires stay on the pavement. The concrete divider is high enough that as the car is wedged like this and moving backward, the fuel tank is scraping on the curb of the median. Soon, the fuel tank ruptures and sparks from a security box we overran catches the rear on fire. This all happens in a matter of a second or two.
I turn around to see what the fuck we just hit, and am greeted with flames lashing at the back window and running up the length of the car awfully fast. I turn and say in a oddly calm matter, "Uh, we're definately on fire." Dan jumps out of the passenger seat to wave down public safety. Russ jumps out the back right seat and takes off. Darren, who has a busted knee, has trouble getting out of the front seat but makes it. I jump out the front driver side because the left door was blocked by the security post on the median.
By the time Darren, and eventually I, got out of the driver side door, flames were totally engulfing the car. All I could do was try to get out of the car before the fuel tank ruptured, and that thought was right in the front of my mind. By the time I had gotten out of the car, flames licking at my jacket had caught the fibers on fire but I quickly put it out as I ran a few yards from the car.
Needless to say, the car exploded... not really movie style, but quickly went up in a tower of flames. The back end melted totally down, with the rest of the car totally burnt beyond recognition. My friend lost his cell phone, wallet, clothes, and food in the car that he had for school. A half dozen police cars showed up along with the fire company. We were asked questions for a bit and let go. None of us were fucked up, so we weren't tested or in trouble or anything.
Afterwards, we all went on with our lives like nothing had happened and went out to party heavily. Now we're known as the people who blew up a fucking car next to the cafeteria. Really, it's unbelievable. For some reason, things like this happen to me a lot more often than the normal person.
Hopefully, his insurance company can do something for him... I feel pretty bad. But, not my car. The first thing I did when I got out of the car was laugh hysterically. I still can't believe it happened.
I tried to take a picture of the car burning with my phone, but it didn't really come out. I could get a picture sometime of the melted and charred parts that are stuck to the asphalt and concrete, with black charred marks everywhere around it.
At this rate, I wonder how long I will stay alive.
A small divider splits the entrance to the lot for entering and exiting traffic. We go past this divider, look for a spot.. can't find any. Darren, who is driving and not from here, starts to reverse as we decide we'll just hold the car next to the building for a minute since we wont be long. He reverses fast out of the lot, but neglects to realize the concrete divider is present.
The left tires jump on to the divider as the right two tires stay on the pavement. The concrete divider is high enough that as the car is wedged like this and moving backward, the fuel tank is scraping on the curb of the median. Soon, the fuel tank ruptures and sparks from a security box we overran catches the rear on fire. This all happens in a matter of a second or two.
I turn around to see what the fuck we just hit, and am greeted with flames lashing at the back window and running up the length of the car awfully fast. I turn and say in a oddly calm matter, "Uh, we're definately on fire." Dan jumps out of the passenger seat to wave down public safety. Russ jumps out the back right seat and takes off. Darren, who has a busted knee, has trouble getting out of the front seat but makes it. I jump out the front driver side because the left door was blocked by the security post on the median.
By the time Darren, and eventually I, got out of the driver side door, flames were totally engulfing the car. All I could do was try to get out of the car before the fuel tank ruptured, and that thought was right in the front of my mind. By the time I had gotten out of the car, flames licking at my jacket had caught the fibers on fire but I quickly put it out as I ran a few yards from the car.
Needless to say, the car exploded... not really movie style, but quickly went up in a tower of flames. The back end melted totally down, with the rest of the car totally burnt beyond recognition. My friend lost his cell phone, wallet, clothes, and food in the car that he had for school. A half dozen police cars showed up along with the fire company. We were asked questions for a bit and let go. None of us were fucked up, so we weren't tested or in trouble or anything.
Afterwards, we all went on with our lives like nothing had happened and went out to party heavily. Now we're known as the people who blew up a fucking car next to the cafeteria. Really, it's unbelievable. For some reason, things like this happen to me a lot more often than the normal person.
Hopefully, his insurance company can do something for him... I feel pretty bad. But, not my car. The first thing I did when I got out of the car was laugh hysterically. I still can't believe it happened.
I tried to take a picture of the car burning with my phone, but it didn't really come out. I could get a picture sometime of the melted and charred parts that are stuck to the asphalt and concrete, with black charred marks everywhere around it.
At this rate, I wonder how long I will stay alive.