I have a sec to elaborate. I've told pretty much all these stories here over the years but never all together. In the mid '70's coming home from San Jose to Sacramento on Interstate-5 a semi hit my parent's Celica hatchback (which had both my little sister and I fast asleep in the back) and pushed it off the side of a bridge overpass with about a 30 - 40 foot drop. The car was half hanging off this bridge and the firetruck and towtruck had to pull us back before we all fell to our deaths, we all had to stay inside the vehicle until it was safely pulled out. In the late '70's I was with my parents up around Lake Tahoe near the start of Spring and we were near a flowing stream that was still covered in ice, there was about a 20 foot area where it was indented and I got too close and slid all the way down to the water, breaking through the ice and started being sucked down under the water. The current and undertow were unbelievably strong. I strayed away from where my parents were so nobody could hear me yell and scream. No idea how I fought trough the current and didn't get sucked up under and die that day, I should have been dead. In the mid-'80's I was at a house party in G-Parkway in Sacramento (ghetto ass) and everything was cool until some fools nobody knew rolled up and started causing trouble. At least one of the guys got smacked and they all left, but within about 10 minutes there were two cars full of fools creeping up slow with their lights off, I was outside talking to this honey but we both knew immediately what was about to happen, we both ducked into the fence area of the next door unit when it all started jumping off. Just like the 4th of July guns started popping. I'd say at least 60 - 80 rounds went off, unloading into the townhouse. Amazing nobody died but I think 6 or 7 people were shot and needed immediate medical attention. In the early '90's when I was still dating my current wife I took her up to this awesome area down Jones Fork Creek in the Sierra Nevadas between Icehouse and Union Valley Reservoir, for us to go fishing and watch the sun set. As soon as the sun went down while it was still light outside we started making our way back, as we got into the denser part of the woods around the stream I had us head up the hill from the creek as it was getting darker. Within a minute I stepped on a broken tree limb on the ground and when I looked up I immediately noticed something else moved not too far from us, maybe 20 - 25 feet, and looked it's way. This is when i locked eyes with what looked to be a 500 - 600 pound black bear. It was sitting on top of a log with those fucking dead animal eyes like I was a fucking sandwich. First real time in my life I was really, genuinely afraid with no mechanism to cope with it. It was the look in the thing's eyes, wild crazy huge yellow looking animal eyes. The only thing I could think to do was grab my wife's hand and head back down to the creek and continue as fast as we could back to my truck. I could hear shit moving in back of us but never looked back to see if it was following. Wifey was hella pissed when we finally got to the truck and I told her what happened. In the mid-90's I was working two jobs, going from one to another when I was going down a 45 mile per hour industrial area strip and saw a 53 foot semi truck almost stopped in the left lane looking like it was going to turn left, so I went into the right lane to pass. Literally about 20 - 30 feet away the truck driver flips a hard right directly in front of me and I'm cruising around 50 miles per hour. A second before impact, not sure I know why, I involuntarily laid down on the seats and pulled my hands down. Just like the movies I hit the bottom of the trailer and sheered off the entire top of the cab of my truck, and took out the top of the steering wheel. I would say I was about 3 - 4 seconds away from being decapitated from the shoulders up if I hadn't reacted and laid down. Man, it's amazing how fast someone can type if they already know what they're going to say.