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Let's hear your best / worst / most terrifying crash story.

Here's mine: back when I was a Junior in high school, I drove over to Palatine, IL to visit with my grandmother on a Friday night ( driving the first Mustang in our family, a beautiful medium blue 1969 fastback with the 200 CID I-6 engine and new raised white letter tires ! ). I was going 60 MPH legally in the far right hand lane of a four-lane highway when a huge brown Lincoln Town Car comes racing out of the parking lot of a bar, swerves across all four lanes, and cuts me off. I jammed on the brakes and the Mustang swerves violently to the left, just almost making it off the other side of the highway when a Volvo slams into the RH rear door seam, spinning me around and slamming the car into the parking lot of a Porsche dealership !!! Luckily, I did not hit any of the Porsches !

Anyway, the owner of the Volvo turns out to be a huge Swedish man who comes over to me, grabs me by the throat, and threatens to kill me because his wife hit her head on the windshield and she is bleeding and she is pregnant !!!

I was literally shaking uncontrollably with shock.

Fortunately, the cops came over very quickly and settled everything down. Later, the Swedish guy offered me a job on his construction crew and the cop drove me home.

( True story, all of it ! )

I thought that the 'Stang could be repaired, but Allstate totalled it later that week. Amazingly, I never saw my beautiful first Mustang ever again.

Four months later, we had talked my Dad into buying another Mustang, a hot 1970 red Mach 1 with the 351C engine and FMX. I was absolutely in highest heaven to drive that dream car into the high school parking lot every day !!!


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May 28, 1983 - Purchased a brand new 1983 Mustang GT (white with T-Tops). Paid $11,429.

May 29, 1983 - Let a female "acquaintance" :p drive the car. Two blocks from her house, we reach a stop sign and turn left. The rear end slides a little bit, she panics, hits the gas instead of the brake. We fishtailed twice, shot across a driveway and the corner of a yard and hit a 15 foot wide ravine at a 45* angle. I yank the E-brake just as we leave the ground. :: I remember a "thud" as my face hits the windshield...

I wake up in the ambulance. Concussion and 57 stitches in my scalp, forehead and eyelid. Banged up my right knee and dislocated my left elbow. She got a black eye...

Never saw the girl again. Found out that she didn't even have a license.

Car traveled over 30 feet in the air. Estimated speed was 46 mph (still in first gear!). T-tops were out, so the roof was buckled 2 inches. My head knocked the windshield out of the frame. Insurance company spent 3 months and over $9000 "fixing" the car... I sold it a month later...

Lessons learned:
1) SEATBELTS
2) When you loan your car, you loan YOUR insurance.
3) SEATBELTS
4) Insurance is a racket!
5) SEATBELTS
6) Just because she's "HOT" doesn't mean she can drive!!! :eek:

A month later I met my future (& present) SWMBO. Now, do you guys understand WHY I refuse to "teach her" how to drive a 5-speed???? ::
 

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How about most embarassing?
When I was in highschool I had a 96 coupe. It had it's share of problems..one of which was a transmission(auto) that would not go into park.
I lived on top of a hill and had a steep driveway. One day I came home to find a bucket right in the middle of the driveway. As I sat there debating wether to honk for my mom to move it or just run it over...I realized that my car was idling and just sitting in place (still in gear mind you). So I jumped out and moved the bucket, not realizing that my 200 pounds made a difference in the weight of the car.....and off it went.
I desperately grabbed at the window trying to stop it but it just kept going and finally topped the hill of my driveway and ended up crawling up the back end of my dad's company car.
I ended up having to replace both fenders, headlight buckets, bumper, front valence, and the TRANSMISSION!
So that's the story of how i crashed my 69 without even being in it!
 

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Once while experimenting with a non Ford make ( a 68 RS camaro) back in 77, A buddie and I were going to the twin towers at OSU to visit a girl. Well, we were talking, and I was not paying attention, and went through a red light. Neither of us had seatbelts on. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another car, new Granada. Not a thing we could do. She hit me square on the front fender, shoved the fender about into the middle of the hood. Tore the driver front wheel completely off. Because of the impact, we ended up in the yard in a corner of an intersection, she on one side of a telephone pole, me on the other. When we went in tis dirrection, her tail end hit my rear quater, smashing it as well. She ended up going over a fir hydrant, which due to being brittle cast iron, cracked and bent over as she drove over it, tearing up her undercarrige. No water though, as the inner pipe just bent ( rats). Well, all this happened in about the time of a snap of your fingers, but seemed like forever (Einstien proven correct again..time is relative) When we both came to a stop, my buddy and I looked at each other, both in one peice, I grabbed my glasses from the back seat where they landed, fixed my hair and got out to check on the Granada driver. She was in her 50's and sitting with both hands on the wheel, her car on that hydrant, looking straigh ahead. No blood anywhere. I knocked on her passanger window, which she rolled down with her electric switch, and asked he if she was OK. She said yes. Then I said sorry about this, and she responded " oh, these things happen" No one was hurt, my car and hers were totaled. I had a huge dent inside my driver door, which like an early Mustang, is steel, where I had hit it with my body, but I never had a bruise. Always felt I was being watched over durring that on. Have an even better story without an accident which happened a few years ago which confirms this. Maybe latter.
 

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Ok , it's latter. 2 years ago, I drove the Clone in the picture to work. At that time, I had not converted the fronts to discs. Had not had any problems, so there was no reason for concern. Anyways, after work that day, I was walking to the car and giving it "the look" when an uneasy feeling came over me. Started out of the lot, came to a couple of stops, no stalling or anything, so I let it slide and get on the highway. I get up to speed ( and then some) when clear as day I hear a male voice say " YOU DON'T HAVE ANY BREAKS" Yeah, right, I don't beleive in voices in my head, but this was weird. I ddi my best to ignor the comment, but finaly tested the pedal....went to the floor and no stopping. Ended up the little rod which holds the pad in place from the back of the backing plate had broke, allowing the piston in the cylinder to expand without putting pressure on the pad, thus none worked. Well, between down shifting and turning car off, I got it to a stop at the side of the road....but this was the strangest thing. There was a voice, there was no leaking fluid, and the breaks worked fine until I wa on the highway. Go fiqure.
 

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Street racing some years ago. Driving a 76 Olds Starfire hatchback. I was in the wrong lane doing over 100mph. Car coming the other way. Hit the brakes to slide over behind the guy I was "racing". He hit his too, to let me by. No time so I pulled it hard left, went up an embankment,rolled 180 degrees, airborn 100plus feet, slid down the road another 250 feet, smashed between two trees. Did not involve another car, thank goodness.
Roofline was on the dash and the seatbacks. I walked away, scratch on my elbow. The other guy never stopped.
When I honestly explained things to the State Trooper, he was in shock. My skid marks before the embankment contact were over 300ft.
I will NEVER race on the street again. I should have died that night. In fact, I deserved to for my stupidity.
 

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Mine would be a toss-up.

My brother's '65 Pontiac Catalina totalled by an ambulance that was respsonding to an accident. The trunk, on the driver's side was pushed even with the back windshield. The drop in gas tank was crumpled into a ball, and the loaded .22 caliber rifle that was in the trunk had the stock broke off and the barrel looked like a pretzel. There were 5 of us in the car, and no one got hurt other than lots of glass stuck in the backs of our ears, necks, etc.

The other would be on my way to do my final scuba dive to get certified. I was driving up Highway 1 on the California coast in my '80 Bronco. The roads were wet and my tires not so great. On one twisty, I turned the wheel and NOTHING happened. I went over the embankment. Anyone that's ever been on Highway 1 knows how lucky I am to be writing this. The truck rolled one time and by some miracle landed on it's wheels on a Plateue, overlooking the ocean. 15 feet either direction, or one more roll and I would have dropped about 100 feet to the boulders on the ocean's border below, and no one would have found me for days. The truck was demolished, and to add insult to injury, my 50 lb. weight belt and 2 scuba tanks went flopping around on the inside as I rolled, making sure that the interior was as trashed as the exterior. I never did get scuba certified. ::
 

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July 9th, 2002 I had just picked up my car after work and was driving home. Over the winter and spring I had replaced the single MC with a dual, replaced the stock anti-sway bar with a 1", added a rear 3/4" anti-sway, and had repalced my rear leaf springs. I had also tightened up the steering box and a few other repairs. I had finished these repairs/additions two days before, and this was the FIRST day I had driven the car with all of the new mods in place.

I had just picked the car up from the brake shop that checked over and adjusted the brakes.

Driving home on I-15 going about 60 mph or so a Ford Excursion or Expidition pulled in front of me and proceeded to stomp on his brakes. My mind went with the previous 20 years of driving the car rather than the last 5 minutes with all the new addtions, I stomped on the brake hard, all four tires immediately locked up, I tried to pump/feather the brakes to find the sweet spot where I would stop fast but not skid. Unfortunately while trying to do this the left front corner of the car drifted into the car pool lane (about 1 foot), a carpooler going in excess of 85 mph hits my front corner. The impact area was in front of the wheel lip right about where the fender ends. He hit so hard that the driver's side front frame rail bent about 6 inches! The impact also swung my car to the right. I ended up going down the road sideways and also heading for the other 3 lanes of traffic to my right. Since it is a convertible I figured if I went into traffic sideways I would die so I frantically pulled the wheel to the left kept pumping/feathering the brakes and amazingly stopped the rightward swing and began to correct back to the left. However, I over corrected (not yet use to the new anti-sway bars!). The car swung all the way around to the left and ended up pointing backwards! So I started trying to correct back to my right (the roadway's left). About the time I got the car starting to swing back around so that my front end would theorectically eventually start pointing the direction the car was traveling, I was rudely stopped (while still going backwards) when the passenger's corner hit the center median (five foot solid concrete).

Amazingly enough the only impacts where the car pool guy and the cement median (and my ego) I missed all other cars on the road - even the @#(*%@(@&($ Excrusion - who never stopped to see what had happened.

The whole front end of the car was severely mashed. Damage? The fenders, hood, all front end sheet metal and trim, radiator support, radiator, fan, one hubcap disappeared (I could never find it), and somehow a pretty big ding ended up in one of the rear quarter panels (nobody could figure out quite how - although it may have been the car pool guy's side mirror.

I had the bodyshop go through the whole car replacing all of the rust in the floor, doors, firewall, cowl supports, and rear quarters and trunk. Also painted the interior and replaced lots of trim. I also did the Shelby drop at this time.

It took until the end of April 2003 to get it all done. It cost the insurance in excess of $5,000 plus whatever the car pool guy's car cost, and it cost me a similar amount. Overall the car is in much better shape now. The body shop messed up one rear quarter right where it meets the door (which they are going to "deal with" this fall/winter when I put the car away for the winter. Hopefully it will get resolved satisfactorily. They've already agreed they did not repair it correctly, the issue is what remedy they will apply - we are still negoiating.

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A few years ago I had a 1969 fastback. This was my first Mustang and I had it on the road for three days.
I was going about 90 mph down a country road when a deer bolted out in front of me from nowhere.
I swerved to miss the deer and went slideways off the side of the road. I almost got control back when I hit a pile of dirt that the county had left on the side of the road. The stang made a nice jump out of the dirtpile and luanched about 50ft before landing on the nose and then spun around on the nose and flipped end over end three times backwards in the air and rolled down a 15ft hill off the side of the road and landed shiny side up.
My only injuries were from some gravel that I picked up in my back and shoulder from scraping outside the passenger side window and some pretty bad burns on my wrists from the steering wheel. I did not even have seatbelts in the car and walked away from the wreck. LUCKY ME
here are a couple of pics I scanned from the scrapbook.
try not to cry when you see the pics, I always do.

69 Stang Crash Pics
 

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December 1, 1984. My brother was coming home from a party, fell asleep at the wheel of our 1965 Corvair Monza, hit a parked truck not 150 yards from the house. He wasn't wearing his seatbelt and his chest hit the steering wheel, which ruptured his Aorta, ending his life.:( My father blamed himself (but wouldn't admit it or talk about it), which caused the demise of my parent's marriage as well as the death of my dad. My biological father is still alive, just no longer part of my families' life...
Best: Smashing the holy living h#ll out of a 1965 Dodge Polara and going to work the next day. Event was a demolition derby...:)
 

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Mine was in 1990, my ex wife and I had just bought a new dodge colt (in fact mailed the first payment that day. We were going down the road when a 3/4ton ford truck ran a stop sign. The truck broadsided us in the drivers door (ex was driving) after the impact he went up over the windshield and hood and rolled. We went sliding sideway until we hit a curb. The car went airborne and barrel rolled over a 6' tall haedge and landed on the other side on it's weels. The car folded around my ex-wife. It took the paramedics almost an hour to cut her out of the car. They had to remove the roof, door, dash, steering column and seat back to get her out. I was the lucky one, i walked away with a couple bruised ribs and a cut hand from it gowing through the windshield. My ex was not near as lucky. She ended up with a severe head engery, broken jaw in 4 places, broken left hand, broken right wrist, broken pelvis in 8 places anf the window crank broken off in her left knee. SHe spent 6 weeks in the hospital.

The part that really PO's me still to this day, is that the driver of the truck did not have insurance so our insurance had to pay for the car and out health insurance had to cover the $600,000.00 plus in medical bills. To top it off the guy tha hit us walked away with a $100.00 fine, yet Virginia took my ex wifes drivers liscense dur to the head injury. She had to take a special test to get it back.
 

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Best - 60 mph on a four lane, in traffic, in the rain and started to hydro-plane. Vehicle did a complete 360 without slowing down. About the time the vehicle is traveling 60 MPH backwards, my 6 year old son yells from the backseat "Dad, please stop doing that". Vehicle never slowed down and magically corrected itself, much to the amazement of myself and all the cars traveling around me.
Worst: Traveling as a passenger with all of my friends in a government van on the way back from a casino while deployed to Fallon Nevada, our drunk driver lost control of the van into a canal and all but 2 of the 7 of us were killed.
 
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OK. 10:30 p.m. Late spring 1977. I'm 19. I have my Dad's '75 Gran Fury (360 2bbl, major cow). My buddy who had worked up north for a while had his brand new '77 Impala (small block V-8). We're driving my car home (Dad needed it) and he was giving ma a ride back (the rest of the buddies had stayed at the watering hole). We stop side by side at the red light at the corner of Pitt and 11th (Cornwall, Ontario, Canada). He looks at me, I look at him, the light changes, and we're off. As we near 9th, I'm doing about 70 mph, the light is red and he is about a car length ahead. I get cold feet and start pumping the brakes. I fish tail left and right, but manage to stay on the road and come to a screeching halt at the stop line. Meanwhile my buddy, who was either crazier or drunker than I was, hit the gas instead of the brakes when he saw the light. As I was battling physics in my car, I watched (all in slow motion) as he very nearly made it through the intersection but, just as he neared the far side, a big '73 or so Impala came from his right and hit him square in the passenger's door. As he was pushed to the left side of the street, his left wheels hit the curb and his car went up onto its right side and slid through the refuelling area at the gas station right on the corner. If he had been on all four wheels, I swear he would have taken out both pumps. As soon as he got past the two gas pumps, the car fell right back onto its four wheels blowing out both driver's side tires. The gas station was closed ('77 in Canada was before 24 hour gas stations) and everything was eerily quiet as I sat stunned for a minute. When my light turned green, I drove up to him and ran to his car. He was lying on the seat. I knocked on the window and he sat up. He had some glass in his forehead but didn't look too bad (considering how ugly he had been to start off with). He told me to "Get the f*** out of here!". I drove back to the watering hole and the guys wouldn't believe me. I had to take them to the scene of the accident. The cops had arrived and were talking to my buddy. Miraculously, my buddy's injuries were minor and the people in the other car were unhurt. No one mentioned the silver Plymouth and my Dad never found out about it. The Chevy was totalled and my buddy's insurance company got him a brand new one for a dollar. About a year later he took the same car cross-country driving (intentionally) up in Marathon... but that's another story.
Anyway, the moral to this story is that either or both of us or the people in the other car could all have been killed that night. Don't drink and drive and don't street race.
 

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Best crash - My Dad driving through the parking lot at a shopping center (I was about 6 or 7) in our Ford Courier. He was checking out a lady walking on the sidewalk and smacked into a phone pole. Only damaged the front bumper a little and his ego of course.

Funniest crash - Well, I can laugh about it now at least. I was 17, almost out of high school, had been driving for over 2 years (with a clean record). Took our 87 Suburban into town on a snowy day after dropping my dad off at work. Had a couple inches of snow on the ground (a lot for the poeple here) but nothing the big beast couldn't handle. As I was following a state snow-plow, he started slowing down. My lead foot go the better of me, so I moved to the left lane to pass, he swerved left, I swerved into the median, got stuck despite the 4-wheel drive, had to get towed out with a chain by some guy in a bigger truck. Made it to town, ran my errands, and started home. Well, got about half a mile from the house, eased into a left turn in the neighborhood, and slid into a small ditch. I'm talking 6 inches deep at the most. Once again 4-wheel drive didn't help, had to walk home, get shovel, and dig it out. While I was digging, my dad pulls up, yells, helps dig, yells some more. Finally get it home, no damage, everything's cool. Found out a few months later that the 4-wheel drive was actually broken. Never knew why.

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I was 15. My dad had just bought the 66 Mustang one year before as a little father son project.

I had one friend that conatantly pressured me to sneak it out every Wednesday night when my parents were at there photography class and I eventually caved to the peer pressure and did it.

We did this a few times, and one Wednesday night my friends weren't around so I took it out myself and I was cruising front street when it started to rain so I was heading home and a car had stoped ahead of me to turn left into McDonalds and I hit the breaks and I slid right into the back of him. (I'll never forget that sound). I got out of the car and ran around in a panic. The guy said just give me your insurance papers and I said to him that I don't even have my license!!

My front end was crushed and the radiator was poring out everywhere but I hoped back in the car and took off out of fear.

I drove home and my parents must have just got back from there class minutes before me. I knew I had about 5 minutes until the police arrived and I just went in the house and looked at my dad in shock, fear and horror. I just said it point blank. Dad, I stole the Mustang tonight and I had a car accident and the police will be here in about 5 minutes.

At that point all hell broke loose and he started to cry.

I will never forget that night. The police were at the door in about 10 minutes and my dad asked him if could say that he had been driving and the police said no.

Needless to say I went to Jeuvinile (sp?) court and I had to repair the Mustang.

Today I am 38 years old and I now own the Mustang and my dad and I work on it like a team and we never discuss that night.

I now have a son that is just turning 2 and I tell you, I will know every sneaky little trick about not getting that Mustang to run when I'm not around, even if I have to sleep in the back seat.

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My family and I were on way to my Poppops and Mommom's house in Reading PA, on Christmas eve in dad's 1985 suburban. I was in the way back lying down when we must have hit some ice, and start fish tailing, and then start spinning. We were spinning so many times and so fast I got thrown to the back of the truck against the tail gate (along with all the bags and presents). After god knows how many revolutions, we slide down the enbankment to the other side of the highway and come to a stop, facing the right direction, (for that side of the highway), and no other cars on the road... no one hurt and for some reason, I was 9 years old at the time, I blurt out, "wow that was sooo cool". I still get grief for sayin that...
 

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A couple of years ago my wife is driving her 95 Explorer down the street. It was a 4-lane boulevard with a big median in the middle (2 lanes in each direction). About 50 yards ahead of her on her left an old couple pulls out from a side street in a Honda. A T-bird hits the Honda in the driver's side door, knocking the elderly driver unconscious, his foot on the accelerator and the steering wheel slightly to the right. The Honda takes off in a big clockwise semicircle, jumps the median and heads right for my wife (who saw the whole thing). She sees the driverless Honda coming right at her and slows but doesn't know which way to go. The right front of the Honda hits the right front of her Explorer. The Honda glances off and keeps going in its big, unguided semicircle, jumps the median again and goes up in the driveway of a house 5 houses down from the initial collision. It plows into the back of a parked Chrysler and sticks there. The Honda is still running, the occupants unconscious. The owner of the house comes out and has to break the window to turn the Honda off. One Honda, three separate accidents in about 10 seconds time. I told the house owner that Honda should buy that car and use it for advertising. "Takes a licking and keeps on ticking".
 

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OK, so this one isn't near as bad as the others, but hang in there...

My junior year of high school, I'm driving a '76 Corolla to school with a buddy of mine. Our route is through town on a 4-lane with many stop lights. As it gets near my right-hand turn, I realize that I'm in the left lane and need to get over. I start looking over the right shoulder to see if I can get over - back straight ahead to watch traffic - back over right shoulder, and see my gap. I punch it (OK, punch it may not be the right term for a '76 4-banger) and jump over to the right lane. I turn back to the front only to see that traffic has stopped at the light! I nailed the brakes and swerved, but I catch the driver's rear quarter of the stopped car almost square in the middle of my hood. Wound up totalling the Corolla. My buddy and I got to ride to school in a police car, me in the back. It was kinda cool to see the looks on people's faces as we got out!

Now the points of my including this story:
1 - the car I hit was Chevelle, nice one, but because of all the steel, did little damage. I think it was a '69.
2 - the totalling of the Toyota directly led to the acquisition of my first Mustang - a '73 coupe that my dad, brother, and I mechanically restored. It's a shame I don't have it to this day, but that's another story...
 

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I have owned a car rental company for the last 18 years or so. Personally, I have never been in an accident but as I look around my office I have photos of over 200 totalled cars. Out of all these, one story pops to my head. Customer rents a Ford Escort, while driving on a highway spills a coke on the passenger floor, pulls off to the side of the rode to wipe up coke from floor, doesnt pull completely onto shoulder so part of car is sticking into road, opens door and leans over to wipe up coke with legs hanging out door. Two trucks are approaching side by side, truck in right lane cannot move to left so slams on brakes, trucks front end hits my renters legs and door and pushes customer into car while ripping door off, rear end of truck begins to fishtail and rear wheels hit Ford Escort and drive over car pinning customer inside. Sad story but here is the kicker. Jimmy Dean sausage truck is following behind trucks, reacts to the accident by slamming his brakes, loses control of his sausage truck which careens down an embankment, rollng over several times. Rear doors of sausage truck open spilling entire contents, links and patties all over the place. I get bill from State of Michigan for Sausage cleanup!
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