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Originally Posted by freebeard
Did you talk to the old lady? Was she even looking outside the car?
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I had actual eye contact with her as it unfolded.
She was making a right hand turn onto Orchard Lake Road, I was in the long line of cars waiting for the light to change and in the left lane, two lanes of traffic each side of the road.
If the concrete curb barrier wasn't there she would have T-boned one of the cars in the line but at an angle, about two cars up from me contact was made.
The look on her face was;
1. I gotta get there yesterday
2. Oh shat I'm going fast......... where am I?
3. I didn't just hit the curb, what was that?
4. How come the van is on two wheels?
5. I cannot be at 45 degrees..........no way in heck
6. How come I'm upside down sliding down the road?
All in a matter of seconds, like a movie in slow motion, I still remember it 35 years later.
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One of the intimate driver to car relationships in my old Porsche 911 is that one can reach out and touch most of the windshield, it's closer than most to the driver's eyes/head.
People talk about getting in the car, buckling in, putting their hands on the steering wheel and feeling the cockpit enclose upon them, and becoming one with the machine.
It's like one of those far-field and near-field zoom movie lenses in action.
Counter to this is a nightmare I once had of attempting to drive a car from the back seat, I'm pretty sure that I was naked too.
