Hmmm... Late summer. 1995.
I was crusin over to my friends g/f's place to do some more bodywork on her truck when I come up to this very fun set of twisties. 35s and 40s. I'm Ssing back and forth through them in my 1988 LX 2.3L auto, beating the living crap out of it. I had the GT wheels/tires on it, and it makes that little 2800 lb 4 banger corner like insane.
I was coming around a 35 mph corner keeping a perfect line for entry and exit (staying in my lane) of the apex. I was doing 85-90 mph, pushing the car to it's very limits and in and out of a 4 wheel drift. Suddenly, another guy in a Buick with his high beams on is trying the same thing, coming from the other direction. Only this guy is in MY LANE!!!! I just about ****.
I tapped the brakes to force the rear end to come around a little, got back on the gas and redirected the car to next to the curb on my side. I cleared jack but it threw my apex WAY off. I was going too fast to keep my position and I 4-wheel drifted 1/4 into the other lane. Thinking I was okay, for a sec, here comes another speed demon with high beams on, this time in the correct lane.
I redirected the car again, hopping over the curb on my side, and coming back down to avoid this dude. When I came back down I was VERY close to exiting the turn, but the shock to the suspension was too much to grip correctly. The rear end was coming around, and there wasn't much I could do about it. There was a pretty steep dropoff on the other side, and a grove of oak trees too. My heart just stopped as I locked up all 4's in an attempt to control my vector. I was going backwards (tranny in drive) at 80-90 mph. My car hopped the other curb, chopped off a couple 3"-4" diameter trees bordering the sidewalk, and came to a halt facing 180 degrees the opposite of the direction I would have been traveling.
I took a brief look around. Noticed my engine had died, and that I was seemingly in one piece. I turned the key, hoping it would start... It did. I put the car in drive expecting it to be shot, but it moved forward, and I turned around. The car was making an awful clunking noise as I drove the 500ft down the road to my friends g/f's turn off, and proceeded another 200ft to her place. I thought there was a pretty good chance I had blown my rear end and bent an axle for sure.
Turns out I just ripped the sidewall a nice full oval patch, and partially dismounted one wheel. I think 3 of the 4 wheels were very slightly bent, and the trees I chopped off left a small scuff mark on my bumper cover that I had JUST repainted to get rid of the yellow. Ack. I threw the temporary spare on it and drove it home a little while after the incident. I never found one of my hubcaps that went flying off though.
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