Okay, so I've been working 11-12 hours a day this week. I'm really stressed and such. So, I figure I should take the opportunity to relax and enjoy myself. What do I enojy most? Driving my car on freeways. So, I'm cruising down 75, hit 30, then 35, 183, then 114. Well, when I'm on 114 (in Irving at this point) I remember that Hidden Ridge is comming up. I really like driving Hidden Ridge, especially because it's very curvy, 6-lanes wide, and usually noone on it. I used to do parts of it as high as 60 in my Accord. So, I take the exit and am behind an Audi 1.8T when I'm at the stoplight to take a left and go over 114 where there's another stoplight and then it's free until MacArthur. I'm like "hmm, I should kick his ass... 
" but then I notice that he keeps leaning over and looks like he's talking to the bottom of the passenger seat. So, I figure he has a baby in it and I'm not about to do anything like racing near a car with a baby in it, much less encourage the guy to race me. Meanwhile, a 350z convertible pulls up with us. So, the light turns green, we all turn, the Audi with the baby goes off somewhere, I think he made a u-turn and whent back down 114.
So, it's me on the right, the 350z on my left, and a BMW 3er pulls up next to him. I look at the 350z kinda hoping that he will race, kinda hoping that he wont (because I'd get my ass kicked). Now, I'm not entirely sure what he's thinking... maybe "haha let me give these luxury sedans a spanking" or what. But, it looks like he's getting ready to take off fast. Now, I just cant let him win without a fight. Besides, he probably thinks I'm a 230 (4-cyl turbo) or maybe even a 240 (2.4l V6, very slow). I think that a lot of people mistake me for a 230, then they regret it. So, I figure I shuld at least explain to him the difference.
Light turns green, I take off. I hit my redline really fast in 1st, shift to 2nd. He realizes that it's not going to be so easy and start to gain on me. Redline almost instantly again, then to 3rd. By the time I'm shifting into 4th he's a fair bit behind me, partly because I had the inside of the initial curve. Then, the next curve is and S and it's comming up fast and I realize that I need some more space so I check and he's quite a bit behind me and in the far light lane, the BMW has disappeared. The Z is managing to keep pace, but not closing the gap. In the S-curve I'm hitting 90 but realize that I'm really pushing my limits as I feel those back tires moving in an axis that is not desired. I dont know if he gave up, got scared, or realized that I was about to kill myself. So, he gives up and I am happy that I won, even though I figure he doesnt know how to drive his car or just wasnt trying.
So, I head down MacArthur to 183, thinking about how incredibly close to death I was. I get to 183 and see an Office Depot and decide to duck in (going to Officemax was my whole excuse for going out but i couldnt find one). I grab what I was needing and head back out, hop onto 183 to head back home, still feeling happy because I actually managed to live and have a greater appreciation of life.
Just before 183 merges with 35 I see a traffic jam. That's normal at about 5-6pm but not at 8. As I get closer, I realize that emergency vehicles are rushing up to wha must the the source of the problem. The jam isnt really that bad and I get through it pretty fast. I see the car on my left-hand side, it looked like it had sput around several times and one of the rear wheels was all messed up. Then, I see the other side and the other rear wheel is missing and I'm going "ouch, that's gonna suck! that guy had some nice rims on it, I bet he lvoed that car..." but then I see the truck. A little pickup truck on its side on the right-hand side of the road. It apparently flipped a few times. i dont know if any of the occupants were hurt but from looking at the people around it I'd say not.
I realize that those people were probably going 60-70 when they collided into each other, the speed at which they collided was probably less than 5mph. What would have happened to me if I had flown off the road at 90mph. I know what would have happened, I'd be squashed. There are tree's and lightposts all over it, i would have definitely hit one or two. At 90mph.
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I started slipping right after green park dr.
I am NEVER doing anything like that again. EVER. I realized when I started to feel those back tires go that I was the stupidest motherfucker alive at that moment.
Oh, and _xxx_ please tell the guys that program the ESP system thatnks for saving my life. I have no doubt that without it Darwin would have been singing my name. I KNOW that I would have died had it not been there. If it werent for those great bastards I wouldnt by typing this right now. Of this, I am positive. I was litterally inches away from death and ESP probably gave me several feet. I owe all my life to ESP.
" but then I notice that he keeps leaning over and looks like he's talking to the bottom of the passenger seat. So, I figure he has a baby in it and I'm not about to do anything like racing near a car with a baby in it, much less encourage the guy to race me. Meanwhile, a 350z convertible pulls up with us. So, the light turns green, we all turn, the Audi with the baby goes off somewhere, I think he made a u-turn and whent back down 114. So, it's me on the right, the 350z on my left, and a BMW 3er pulls up next to him. I look at the 350z kinda hoping that he will race, kinda hoping that he wont (because I'd get my ass kicked). Now, I'm not entirely sure what he's thinking... maybe "haha let me give these luxury sedans a spanking" or what. But, it looks like he's getting ready to take off fast. Now, I just cant let him win without a fight. Besides, he probably thinks I'm a 230 (4-cyl turbo) or maybe even a 240 (2.4l V6, very slow). I think that a lot of people mistake me for a 230, then they regret it. So, I figure I shuld at least explain to him the difference.
Light turns green, I take off. I hit my redline really fast in 1st, shift to 2nd. He realizes that it's not going to be so easy and start to gain on me. Redline almost instantly again, then to 3rd. By the time I'm shifting into 4th he's a fair bit behind me, partly because I had the inside of the initial curve. Then, the next curve is and S and it's comming up fast and I realize that I need some more space so I check and he's quite a bit behind me and in the far light lane, the BMW has disappeared. The Z is managing to keep pace, but not closing the gap. In the S-curve I'm hitting 90 but realize that I'm really pushing my limits as I feel those back tires moving in an axis that is not desired. I dont know if he gave up, got scared, or realized that I was about to kill myself. So, he gives up and I am happy that I won, even though I figure he doesnt know how to drive his car or just wasnt trying.
So, I head down MacArthur to 183, thinking about how incredibly close to death I was. I get to 183 and see an Office Depot and decide to duck in (going to Officemax was my whole excuse for going out but i couldnt find one). I grab what I was needing and head back out, hop onto 183 to head back home, still feeling happy because I actually managed to live and have a greater appreciation of life.
Just before 183 merges with 35 I see a traffic jam. That's normal at about 5-6pm but not at 8. As I get closer, I realize that emergency vehicles are rushing up to wha must the the source of the problem. The jam isnt really that bad and I get through it pretty fast. I see the car on my left-hand side, it looked like it had sput around several times and one of the rear wheels was all messed up. Then, I see the other side and the other rear wheel is missing and I'm going "ouch, that's gonna suck! that guy had some nice rims on it, I bet he lvoed that car..." but then I see the truck. A little pickup truck on its side on the right-hand side of the road. It apparently flipped a few times. i dont know if any of the occupants were hurt but from looking at the people around it I'd say not.
I realize that those people were probably going 60-70 when they collided into each other, the speed at which they collided was probably less than 5mph. What would have happened to me if I had flown off the road at 90mph. I know what would have happened, I'd be squashed. There are tree's and lightposts all over it, i would have definitely hit one or two. At 90mph.
http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=32.878586,-96.952588&spn=0.012024,0.019656&hl=en
I started slipping right after green park dr.
I am NEVER doing anything like that again. EVER. I realized when I started to feel those back tires go that I was the stupidest motherfucker alive at that moment.
Oh, and _xxx_ please tell the guys that program the ESP system thatnks for saving my life. I have no doubt that without it Darwin would have been singing my name. I KNOW that I would have died had it not been there. If it werent for those great bastards I wouldnt by typing this right now. Of this, I am positive. I was litterally inches away from death and ESP probably gave me several feet. I owe all my life to ESP.
