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Post by grape on Sept 1, 2007 14:25:57 GMT -5
Well I was thinking about putting this up for those who was just REALLY close to something devastating.
My story:
I was walking with my brother and we saw a truck filled with a bunch of land work materials from far away that was moving at like 50MPH when suddenly a big heavy shovel falls out of the truck and went flying towards us. It missed my brother but the shovel just brushed over my hair. I will never forget that day.
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Post by jesusaurus on Sept 1, 2007 14:30:02 GMT -5
When some random guy gave me and my dad box seats at a Giants game and they were legit. They lost but it was still awesome.
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Post by Kimm on Sept 1, 2007 14:46:33 GMT -5
When was about 7 I fell off my bike and landed on top of some trashbags that happened to be right next to a cement guard rail over a creek.
If I fell past the bags just another foot or 2 I would have either hit the concrete barrier or fallen down an embankment and landed in the creek.
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Post by Mahnarch on Sept 1, 2007 16:22:18 GMT -5
I was taking off from my home field in my Cessna and almost chopped up a duck with the prop. I had the window open and could hear him quacking as he passed by my window. For those who don't know: Hitting a duck, or goose in flight, especially close to the ground can down a plane if it's hit right. The air intake for the engine sits right behind the propellor and a bird can choke that opening in a heartbeat. Hitting one with a wing can put a dent in it big enough to loose lift on that side and you'll spiral downward. "Auger In" as we call it. But, luckily for me, I hit full rudder to the right and skirted the prop just out of the duck's path. My old Cessna:  |
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Post by jesusaurus on Sept 2, 2007 0:35:49 GMT -5
You forgot to mention you would of also killed the duck! lol
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Post by Mahnarch on Sept 2, 2007 0:44:46 GMT -5
True that. I'd hate for the duck's friends to say, "Hey, where's Brian?"
lol.
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Post by Kimm on Sept 2, 2007 17:30:15 GMT -5
I never thought of how much damage a bird can do to an airplane. I would feel sorry for the bird but I really never thought of the potential danger if a bird accidentally got caught up in the plane.
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Post by Mahnarch on Sept 2, 2007 19:46:50 GMT -5
Yeah, they do a lot of damage - not always fatal (to the pilot) though.
The worst part is when a deer runs across the runway when you're on final...
They'll put your nose in the concrete in an instant, or take off your tail end.
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Post by Kimm on Sept 2, 2007 19:52:53 GMT -5
I guess I never thought of a dear crossing the runway either.
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Post by skier1 on Sept 2, 2007 22:22:29 GMT -5
The only reason I'm still alive is luck.
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Post by Demona on Sept 2, 2007 22:40:30 GMT -5
I was taking off from my home field in my Cessna and almost chopped up a duck with the prop. I had the window open and could hear him quacking as he passed by my window. For those who don't know: Hitting a duck, or goose in flight, especially close to the ground can down a plane if it's hit right. The air intake for the engine sits right behind the propellor and a bird can choke that opening in a heartbeat. Hitting one with a wing can put a dent in it big enough to loose lift on that side and you'll spiral downward. "Auger In" as we call it. But, luckily for me, I hit full rudder to the right and skirted the prop just out of the duck's path. My old Cessna: never knew that, but sounds scary. |
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Post by Phil on Sept 3, 2007 17:40:27 GMT -5
My luckiest moments probably were not on the brink of disaster.
I think the 3 times I have felt the most lucky happend in 1997, 2003 and this year on April 30. Each time I was told "congratulations Mr. [Badly brutalizing how my name is said] you have a healthy boy twice and this year girl.
My luck overall has never been bad but nothing soothed my nerves like knowing my children were born healthy.
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Post by Blastgirl on Sept 4, 2007 23:15:51 GMT -5
I know what Phil means about healthy Babies.
You wouldn't love an unhealthy one any less but you feel lucky when the Baby is crying and looking around and moving its limbs.
I felt pretty lucky this wasn't too long ago I was crossing the street and a car turned the corner fast and just missed me. Like I could have reached out and touched it. I shrieked. I'm sure the driver heard me even with loud music and being in a hurry.
Lucky for me I didn't get hit but that shook me.
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Post by Mahnarch on Sept 5, 2007 0:09:54 GMT -5
I didn't like healthy babies....
There I was, 2 years old and king of the castle.
I didn't notice much that mom's belly was huge - heck, everyone was huge!
Next thing I know, I'm giving up my toys. Giving up my old cloths and my bedroom was split in half!!
My G.I. Joes had slobber all over them and I couldn't find anything where I'd left it.
But, 28 years later, my sister turned out O.K. - though she still steels my toys without asking.
Only now, they're $3,000 ATVs and guns with real ammo....
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Post by Demona on Sept 5, 2007 1:26:25 GMT -5
In spring of 02 we were on our way visiting a relative when my dad stops at a 2 way intersection. He has the stop sign, but this car full of dumb teenage boys did not, but stopped anyhow. He starts going, they start going, he hits them, but angled the car the last second. Had he not done so he thinks he'd have killed someone. It's important to pay attention. It's a good thing we were just fine, the car was f*cked up though, but not as bad as the other one.
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Post by Mahnarch on Sept 5, 2007 1:30:34 GMT -5
I don't get why people seem to thing that some intersections are 4-way when they're not. It throws a monkey wrench into the whole deal:
Are they going?
Do I go?
I'm going to go! *screeech*
Nope, they went.
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Post by Demona on Sept 5, 2007 2:03:06 GMT -5
well, sometimes I slow down at them just incase I see somone not completely stopping yet, but I know the difference.
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Post by Phil on Sept 5, 2007 13:32:59 GMT -5
I didn't like healthy babies.... There I was, 2 years old and king of the castle. I didn't notice much that mom's belly was huge - heck, everyone was huge! Next thing I know, I'm giving up my toys. Giving up my old cloths and my bedroom was split in half!! My G.I. Joes had slobber all over them and I couldn't find anything where I'd left it. But, 28 years later, my sister turned out O.K. - though she still steels my toys without asking. Only now, they're $3,000 ATVs and guns with real ammo.... That post came off funny. The older brothers prospective in a comedic way. I was so much older than my brother and sister that wasn't really an issue. [There would have been others my mother had 3 miscarriages] but my brother is 9 years younger than me and my sister is just over a year younger than him. I agree Demona you have to at least be sure the others are going to stop. Never just assume they will. |
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