Beej
NAXJA Forum User
- Location
- The Wet Coast of BC
So last night I was involved in a head-on collision with my trusty 97. My opponent was a late 90's 4 door Toyota Tercel. It was late, around 11:30 with a light rain just settling on the roads. They had been dry all day and were quite slippery due to the oils on the surface. I was concious of this and was driving slowly; my tires are pretty worn and I had fishtailed when going around a gentle corner a few minutes earlier.
On my way home, I approached an intersection with a red light. The intersection was deserted except for the Toyota, directly across from me in the left turn lane with his signal on. As I was slowing down to stop for the red light, it turned green. I stepped back on the gas while glancing both ways and proceeded into the intersection. I was probably doing about 40km/h (25mph) as I went through the intersection. The speed limit is 50km/h on that stretch of road. At the same time, when the light turned green the driver of the Tercel started pulling ahead. I expected him to do this, but not to start turning directly in front of me. As he pulled steadily in front doing about 20km/h, I realized that he either did not see me, or thought he had enough time to make it. There was no chance though, because he literally pulled directly in my path with about 25 feet to go. I slammed on the brakes, but they immediately locked up and I began to slide. I actually felt no difference in my speed after applying the brakes. Unbelievably, he just continued slowly turning left in front of me, his eyes wide staring into my headlights as I steadily beared down on him. It happened with a strange slowness, in fact I actually had time to throw the tranny into reverse and hammer on the gas. With my rear wheels spinning in reverse we slowly collided.
I could see glass and plastic shards dancing in the the light cast by my headlights as my right front wheel drove right up onto his hood. His vehicle was driven down into the ground and pushed backwards about 10 feet. When we came to a stop, I backed the Jeep off of his hood and pulled off to the side. The steering wheel was out of center, and the Jeep pulled a bit to the left, but otherwise it seemed to drive pretty well. I got out and surveyed the front end of the Heep. The stock bumper was all but obliterated, crushed back and up against the 'frame', and the plastic endcaps were barely hanging in place. The front skid was also arced upward in the center and all of it bore the burgundy and silver paint of his Tercel. Surveying it in the light today, the tie rod has a slight bend in it.
His car, on the other hand, was completely destroyed. The force of the impact crushed his bumper and right front quarter panel and drove his hood up and onto the windsheild. The valve cover of his engine was torn off and components underneath were broken and dented. The engine bay was a bloody mess. All four of his tires were flat and the front rims were both crumpled on the bottoms. His windshield was shattered and his trunk and rear doors burst open from the force of the minor impact. The driver was fine, but was a little bewildered and was convinced that it was somehow my fault. I said nothing, but ensured that the two girls that had witnessed it called the police.
The one girl nailed it on the head when she said to me:
"I've been hassling my Mom lately about gas prices while she's driving around her Explorer when she could be taking the Honda, but after seeing this, I'm never going to drive the Honda again!"
On my way home, I approached an intersection with a red light. The intersection was deserted except for the Toyota, directly across from me in the left turn lane with his signal on. As I was slowing down to stop for the red light, it turned green. I stepped back on the gas while glancing both ways and proceeded into the intersection. I was probably doing about 40km/h (25mph) as I went through the intersection. The speed limit is 50km/h on that stretch of road. At the same time, when the light turned green the driver of the Tercel started pulling ahead. I expected him to do this, but not to start turning directly in front of me. As he pulled steadily in front doing about 20km/h, I realized that he either did not see me, or thought he had enough time to make it. There was no chance though, because he literally pulled directly in my path with about 25 feet to go. I slammed on the brakes, but they immediately locked up and I began to slide. I actually felt no difference in my speed after applying the brakes. Unbelievably, he just continued slowly turning left in front of me, his eyes wide staring into my headlights as I steadily beared down on him. It happened with a strange slowness, in fact I actually had time to throw the tranny into reverse and hammer on the gas. With my rear wheels spinning in reverse we slowly collided.
I could see glass and plastic shards dancing in the the light cast by my headlights as my right front wheel drove right up onto his hood. His vehicle was driven down into the ground and pushed backwards about 10 feet. When we came to a stop, I backed the Jeep off of his hood and pulled off to the side. The steering wheel was out of center, and the Jeep pulled a bit to the left, but otherwise it seemed to drive pretty well. I got out and surveyed the front end of the Heep. The stock bumper was all but obliterated, crushed back and up against the 'frame', and the plastic endcaps were barely hanging in place. The front skid was also arced upward in the center and all of it bore the burgundy and silver paint of his Tercel. Surveying it in the light today, the tie rod has a slight bend in it.
His car, on the other hand, was completely destroyed. The force of the impact crushed his bumper and right front quarter panel and drove his hood up and onto the windsheild. The valve cover of his engine was torn off and components underneath were broken and dented. The engine bay was a bloody mess. All four of his tires were flat and the front rims were both crumpled on the bottoms. His windshield was shattered and his trunk and rear doors burst open from the force of the minor impact. The driver was fine, but was a little bewildered and was convinced that it was somehow my fault. I said nothing, but ensured that the two girls that had witnessed it called the police.
The one girl nailed it on the head when she said to me:
"I've been hassling my Mom lately about gas prices while she's driving around her Explorer when she could be taking the Honda, but after seeing this, I'm never going to drive the Honda again!"