Whats the scariest thing that happened with you and your Celica? Options

[94CelicaDragon]

Here's my story. I was driveing In Pollock Pine's, It was winter, but no snow. I was takeing this left, It was a wide left turn a little long too, Im rockin out to the music, Then, my 6gc just spins out, Now Im going side's down this turn, one side there a ditch, on the other...a cliff...Im trying to correct the turn and I look to the right...Two vans are comeing....."F@$!" Im gonna die!" I thought to myself, Then, the tire's caught and I rolled backward's Into the ditch, just In time. I was hella shakeing, I started her up again, and pulled out of the ditch and Into a flat area. Left her running got out of the car, still hella shakeing, lit a cigarette, and just looked at her. Man, that was some crazy **** that day.

[Quidam]

Since I've only just purchased my first Celica, I hope you don't mind if I talk about my single most scary moment which as in my 1st gen MR2 (non turbo) -hey its still a Toyota!

It was a long time ago but I'll never forget it. I was driving from my home-town (Christchurch) to Wellington, where I'd just landed a new job and was about to start a new life for myself.

I had stayed the night in a small township (can't even remember where anymore) after driving about 60-70% of the way, and was going to to the rest of the journey early in the morning in time to catch the Ferry to Wellington.

So it was a clear and very cold morning, and there was very little traffic on the roads -which was a very important fact considering what was about to happen.

I know I was feeling very reflective about leaving Christchurch and all my friends and family to a new city where I knew practically no one. I was a little concerned about getting to the Ferry on time and consequently was driving faster than I should have been. Even though the sun was shining and the roads were clear, it had been a very cold night and there was ice on the roads. It seems a truck had gone through some spots and dropped gravel at certain corners to help break the ice up.

But I wasn't thinking about road conditions, just getting to my destination on time. So at one point I was cresting a slight hill that was also turning gently to the right. On one side was flat and vertical rock-face, on the other was a sheer drop with nothing but some flimsy wire fencing to stop you going over. It happened very quickly, and everything I did was pure instinct. Firstly I noticed the crunching of gravel on my tires, next I noticed the back starting to slide out. I was doing about 110-120kms an hour when this happened. I over-corrected and the back started to slide in the other direction, but more vigorously now. I think I had also started hitting the breaks, but I really don't know for sure. I remember thinking Oh my god I'm going to go over the sheer drop followed by Oh my go I'm going to smash into the rock face -and I remember thinking this multiple times as I fish-tailed from one side of the road to the other. I know I was working the steering wheel like I've never worked it before, desperately trying to avoid either side of the road. Finally, and in dramatic fashion, I did a massive 180 skid that left me on the wrong side of the road looking back the way I came. I sat there for a moment with my hands frozen on the steering wheel. Then I told myself that I was in an incredibly dangerous situation as anyone coming the other way would not see me until it was too late. The car wouldn't start and I felt a massive surge of panic hit me. I could visualise a car flying into me at high speed. So I put the car in neutral and let it slowly roll down the hill (I was on the other side of it now and was on the descent) and at the same time turned the wheel so I'd be facing the right way. well that was the plan but I ended up sitting in the middle of the road with my car describing a letter T, so now I was in danger from both directions. I tried the ignition again and thank god it fired up. I calmly got myself underway again, and counted the minutes before I saw another vehicle coming the other way, which was about 3-4 minutes after I'd got going again.

While continuing my drive (at a much safer speed) I started to feel an overwhelming sense of massive elation. Elation that I was still alive. Everything I thought mattered seemed completely trivial now. I felt like I'd won lotto. I kept saying to myself that I should be dead or seriously injured, instead I got away scott free. The high lasted for a few days, and for the next couple of months it would come back to me occasionally. Eventually though, I went back to concerning myself with trivialities