Anyway, I was having fun circling this thing when my check engine light came on. And my ABS light. And my A/T light. My G's transmission went into 3rd gear lock/limp mode, and my throttle response died. Since I was doing 70mph anyway, I thought I'd just coast down the ramp and go home, since I live 3 blocks off the highway. But what's this? No vacuum. Brake pedal now needs all my body weight to slow down the car. Great, losing power brakes sucks. As I'm coasting down the ramp at around 65, I hear and feel a simultaneous thunk and poof. Twice. Like I ran over a spike strip or something of the sort and all my tires start to go flat and my car dies, electrically speaking. I really didn't think this could get any worse, but as I'm seeing my exit approach and I realize I can't turn right (not nascar related) because my steering locked. Guard rail, here I come. It all happened so fast. Slam into a guard rail, Air bag blows in my face, giant metal girder slices through the car between its soft spot: the area center of the drivers headlamp and motor. As the Airbag deflates I notice the metal rail smashed through my hood, windshield and firewall, pushing the instrument cluster all the way up to 3 inches from my face. As I'm hoping and praying no one decides to rear end me, I take a jaw dropped peek at my gauges and see..
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Thanks a lot, Satan.
Disclaimer: This was just a story. I am fine. More importantly, so is my car. I just thought I'd give you an entertaining, if not traumatizing, story to read.
Thats all it was for! When I noticed my odometer was approaching the mega unholy number I thought it would be fun to make up some story when it rolled into that numerical territory.
