I dont normally make text posts anymore, most I actually post is just reblogs and the occasional film photo of whatever, but atm this is the only place I can voidshout into cause fuckin basically no one i know is on here lmao.
TL;DR: Mate rolled car off mountain, everyone is home safe with very minor injurys.
There is no worse feeling than watching you friend crash his car. I’ve done it at least twice before tonight. Tonight marks the third, and also the worse, dont worry, no ones dead, worst fuckin injury was a minor concussion. I dont fucking know how those two aren’t pancaked between the car and the roof though.
I recently got fancy new semi slick race/street tyres (toyo R888R’s) put on my car, and tonight was my second mountain run on them. The improvement in grip is an incredible improvement over my previous high-performance street tyres (pilot sport 4′s), and because of this I was carrying bulk pace through the corners to really see what they can do, and a lil bit to show off to my mate riding passo.
Behind me, my best mate of 7 or so years and one of my other really good friends who I met though our love of cars and mountains. The good mate was driving his Mitsubishi fto, with every good handling mod done right, coilovers, solid bushes and engine mounts, all adjustable control arms all aligned properly, and bridgestone re003′s. He’s been running hills for almost as long as I have, but he’s got no where near the track knowledge of this mountain I do, he’s more of a track day kinda guy. His car’s set up well enough and he can drive well enough that he can usually make up for the lack of track knowledge while following me in my lancer wagon thats only got king springs and sticky tyres to make it corner, but I was gaining some distance on him. Thank fucking god that I hadnt gapped him any further.
We came flying through a medium-high pace corner and for who knows what reason I thought to look in the rear-view. I can see the feint blue of his HID’s disappear, and become red. Brake light. Why can I see fucking tail lights in my rearview. Oh_Shit.jpg
I slow down, handbrake u-turn. Where is the FTO? floor it back though the past two corners, I cant see them anywhere. My passo points off the the side of the road; there they are. All I see is the dim glow of the HID’s on the grass near the ditch, no sign of fto. Pull up to a stop next to them.
They’ve fucking rolled.
Run over, “YO YOU GUYS ALL GOOD?” Nothing.
The roof is all caved in. All i can think is they’ve lost their heads. I dont want to look.
“Yeah.... We’re alive”
Thank fuck these two are shorter than 6 foot holy shit.
We pry open the door and help them get right way up and out the car, my best mate is bleeding quite a bit from the head and cant remember how we crash. His side is way more collapsed than the drivers side, so he’s hit his head and got a concussion. But they’re both fucking alive breathing and walking. We salvaged what we could out of the car and booked it down to the hospital, got the two all checked in. So me and my passo set of to call a towie and get the car off the mountain, get everyones shit out, and get everything back home.
So everyone’s all cleared from hospital, both just a bit beat up and very sore but all home safe and in bed. The car’s badly covered and sat on the road out the front my house.
Fuck me what a night.
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