[silver_pilate]

July 2, 1996.

I was late for a meeting in Plainview and decided to make up time on the dirt roads in my '91 F-150. I was young and stupid and didn't think that going 85 mph on a county road was that dangerous. I came up on an severe S-curve, couldn't pull it out or slow down, ramped off the 2 foot deep north side bar-ditch, flew about 30 yards through the air while turning upside down before landing on the roof of the truck and sliding another 20 yards. The entire roof folded backwards over the bed of the truck. Somehow I wasn't decapitated. Had a nasty concusion as the truck came to rest on top of my head. Don't know how long I was out for. When I came to, I almost broke my neck when I undid my seatbelt and fell to the roof with my head stuck. All I could think about was the truck catching fire. I freaked out and screamed for I don't know how long. Couldn't remember what I was doing or where I was going. Seemed like a bad dream. Some farm hands came and used a car jack to lift the truck off my head and pulled me out. Had a doozy of a headache, hurt like death, and had a srape on my arm and shredded fingertips where my hands went through the windshield. I give God the credit for saving my hide.

Here's a link to some pictures:

http://www.geocities.com/silver_pilate/wreck.html

--nathan