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The "near-death" experiences thread.
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GTIMKVFAST08
schmoser boser....
damn sorry to here about that, fucking pricks....
tampa_mk5
zungguzungguguzungguzeng
Meh- get the plate next time, forget the U-lock. You would have just ended up getting jumped by three dudes. If you have a smart phone add a voice recorder app- it makes jotting (speaking) a tag number much easier. Sorry to hear that, my near death was also caused by malice:
Went to New Orleans with my little brother and two of our friends from H/S. My brother and I have both been married for a while (I am 36, he is 33) and we wanted a "guy's weekend"- basically titty bars, Bourbon Street, casinos, more tittys and more Bourbon Street. Epic effing time.
The last night I had had engough (so did my liver I am sure) and decided to call it early because I had the earliest flight out of the 4 of us. They were still going strong and I told them we would attempt a final breakfast in the AM. They were all worried about me walking back to the hotel alone, but we had such a good time that I felt over confident and told them I would be fine. I thought about a cab, but really just wanted to walk Bourbon one more time for the experience.
As I cut through the side street leading to the hotel, two guys emerged from an ATM inlay in a building- couldn't see them as they were lurking in the shadows, waiting for someone- me. One had a knife and the other some type of steel/metal bar- one tried to grab my arm but I rolled out of it. Asshole said to "gimme whatcha got" and I never thought twice- I bolted.
I played football in H/S and consider myself to be in reasonably good shape so I kept a decent clip with them about 10 yards back. My adrenaline was pumping as I seen a chain link fence to hop leading to a marina that had my hotel in the background. I did not realize it was a construction site (andrenaline/alcohol clouding my thoughts) and when I went to leg over the fence it collapsed as it was supported crudely- with the two of them folded into it.
I landed on my left wrist and figured it to be spained, but wanted to break while I had the chance. They struggled to get up and I booked for the marina- not sure if you ever had the opportunity to run in dress shoes but they are not renown for their traction. As I cut next to the docks my momentum took me and I slipped and fell in and under. I grabbed a rope and tried to pull myself up but at that point what I thought was a sprain was definitely a broken wrist. I sank with the weight of my clothes and shoes and never touched bottom. I grabbed a rope to the dock with my right hand, and pulled myself up to attempt to tread water as queitly as I could.
When I was sure they were gone (minutes that felt like hours) I tried to pull myself up but had no strength. I felt myself getting "heavier" in the water and as I struggled my head went under a few times. I almost gave up- but I kept telling myself "not like this", it had become a silent mantra in my head. I thought of my wife and kids and how they would feel finding out their husband/father was found floating dead in some bay 1000 miles from home. They deserve(ed) better- I began using my "good arm" and feet to shimmy up the rope. Fell back in once, thought for a milli-second about quitting, then went into a rage thinking about the two dudes that almost took it all away.
Staggered back to the hotel soaking wet and using my button down as a sling. Got some crazy looks from the front desk and hotel goers, but hey- it's New Orleans! My brother arrived about two hours later and flipped out wanting to find them until he seen my wrist. Lost one shoe and a cell phone to the bottom of the marina, but found what I truly cared about above all else. No more guy trips- all my vacations are now with my family.
Went to New Orleans with my little brother and two of our friends from H/S. My brother and I have both been married for a while (I am 36, he is 33) and we wanted a "guy's weekend"- basically titty bars, Bourbon Street, casinos, more tittys and more Bourbon Street. Epic effing time.
The last night I had had engough (so did my liver I am sure) and decided to call it early because I had the earliest flight out of the 4 of us. They were still going strong and I told them we would attempt a final breakfast in the AM. They were all worried about me walking back to the hotel alone, but we had such a good time that I felt over confident and told them I would be fine. I thought about a cab, but really just wanted to walk Bourbon one more time for the experience.
As I cut through the side street leading to the hotel, two guys emerged from an ATM inlay in a building- couldn't see them as they were lurking in the shadows, waiting for someone- me. One had a knife and the other some type of steel/metal bar- one tried to grab my arm but I rolled out of it. Asshole said to "gimme whatcha got" and I never thought twice- I bolted.
I played football in H/S and consider myself to be in reasonably good shape so I kept a decent clip with them about 10 yards back. My adrenaline was pumping as I seen a chain link fence to hop leading to a marina that had my hotel in the background. I did not realize it was a construction site (andrenaline/alcohol clouding my thoughts) and when I went to leg over the fence it collapsed as it was supported crudely- with the two of them folded into it.
I landed on my left wrist and figured it to be spained, but wanted to break while I had the chance. They struggled to get up and I booked for the marina- not sure if you ever had the opportunity to run in dress shoes but they are not renown for their traction. As I cut next to the docks my momentum took me and I slipped and fell in and under. I grabbed a rope and tried to pull myself up but at that point what I thought was a sprain was definitely a broken wrist. I sank with the weight of my clothes and shoes and never touched bottom. I grabbed a rope to the dock with my right hand, and pulled myself up to attempt to tread water as queitly as I could.
When I was sure they were gone (minutes that felt like hours) I tried to pull myself up but had no strength. I felt myself getting "heavier" in the water and as I struggled my head went under a few times. I almost gave up- but I kept telling myself "not like this", it had become a silent mantra in my head. I thought of my wife and kids and how they would feel finding out their husband/father was found floating dead in some bay 1000 miles from home. They deserve(ed) better- I began using my "good arm" and feet to shimmy up the rope. Fell back in once, thought for a milli-second about quitting, then went into a rage thinking about the two dudes that almost took it all away.
Staggered back to the hotel soaking wet and using my button down as a sling. Got some crazy looks from the front desk and hotel goers, but hey- it's New Orleans! My brother arrived about two hours later and flipped out wanting to find them until he seen my wrist. Lost one shoe and a cell phone to the bottom of the marina, but found what I truly cared about above all else. No more guy trips- all my vacations are now with my family.
.:R #2734
Ready to race!
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MkVBlkMgc
Wir wollen lebensraum!
So attempted vehicular manslaughter is O.K. if someone on a bicycle flips you off after you've first honked your horn at him?
Odd - I don't remember that from Driver's Ed. classes...
merkeyterkey
The Real FLATTIRE
@ OP skip to ~0:45
and you can skip to 2:20.
.:R #2734
Ready to race!
:dnftt:
Don't be ridiculous, of course it isn't. I was just pointing out how the OP was claiming he was attacked un-provoked, when he previously said he flipped a car full of (presumably) "bros" the bird. Where I live, people have gotten shot at for s#it like that.
GTIMKVFAST08
schmoser boser....
to me and everyone else it is obvious that he didnt provoke them before he gave them the finger.... please use your head...