My wreck involved my 1981 Dodge Challenger (one of the Mitsubishi-Dodges).
Headed home to get ready for my wife's grandfather's funeral. Luckily I was alone. The first slight drizzle after three weeks of drought had just stopped. I was going into a curve that had a slight dip in it, and thought, "I need to slow down." So I geared down to third and was going between 30-35 MPH.
The back end started around on me, so I cut the wheels into the skid, no problem. But then I hit the clutch... which is as bad as hitting the brake. The car whipped into a spin and snapped the front passenger corner into the dirt bank, which caused the rear passenger corner to smash into the same bank.
The car was completely totalled. I knocked the center console completely loose. I hit the roof of the car, and broke the back of the seat when I came down. My knees bent the stearing wheel up about 30 degrees. But, once I took the fan shroud off, I was able to drive it on home.
Geez I was sore (not wearing a seatbelt), but nothing was broken and nothing was bleeding.
I miss that car. It was a pocket rocket, and looked really sharp. But, if I hadn't totalled it then, I'd probably be dead by now.
