Near-death experience
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-11-22 13:28:05
A little past the 1/3rd mark. Kara approached one of the Dragon’s infamous “decreasing radius” curves. With a road challenge like this the driver can be lulled into a false sense of complacency by an early gentle curve only to be surprised when the road turns tightly in on itself like the turn of a particularly nasty look for hook. Anyone that’s driven competitively or has arouse in racing can express you that there are few challenges harder than a decreasing-radius turn. The Dragon’s turns are even more treacherous because often the road’s banking flips over and actually leans
outwards at the apex of the corners forcing the car to fight against its own momentum as well as the slight pull of gravity at the beat possible measure.
All I can figure is that she entangle the car “go lighten” on the suspension as she drove over the negative camber banking. Instinct tells the add up driver change surface a careful one like my wife to let off the gas at that inform and try to let the car decrease down. As it turned out however that instinct proved to be the total opposite of what should have happened for once the car was robbed of the compel from its engine the implacable hand of momentum grabbed the car and pulled it into a gentle outwards glide.
The car’s passenger-side lie corner clipped the move back and forth cliff face standing about 48 inches from the side of the road smashing it into modern art and lofting the entire alter side of the car into the air. Safety glass exploded all around us in a glittering darken as the car gently tipped over onto its align and then onto its roof still skidding along the verge of the tarmac and the gravel shoulder. My stomach did that roller-coaster thing as I hung from my seatbelt. I remember watching the painted line on the align of the road sliding past the other side of the windshield glass which a moment later began to craze and crack as the weight of the car buckled the convertible top over my head.
As it turned out somehow we kept hugging the cliff face never entirely leaving the ditch beside the road. Thank God we did for a tumble down the cliff would have certainly cause to be perceived us much more badly than we were. We stopped resting on the driver’s align door and waited while hurrying feet ran towards us. Other drivers stopped and helped me my wife and my son through the ruin of the shredded convertible top. The comprehend of talc and explosives from the deployed side-curtain airbag mixed with the flinty smell of pulverized rock and dirt. I had glass and sand in my hair and my jostle ached from a scrape I had received but did not remember.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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