Hey! Who’s Driving?
Back when I was about 10 years old, my mom had a red 88 Toyota Tercel wagon 4WD. We used to call it “the turtle” because it was slow and ugly. However, thinking back it was pretty awesome. Here is a pic below!
Anyways, one day my brother, some friends, and I were in the car. We had just pulled up to my house for my mom to grab something, before leaving again. She left the car running in park.
Just for some visualization: It was parked under our carport that was open ended on all sides except the house side which was parallel to the car. In front of us (back of our property) our yard was a 1.5 acres that sloped down to a wooded area.
My brother decided to get out of the front passenger seat and climb into the back hatch for some reason, maybe trying to scare my mom? I dunno, don’t remember, but he’s kind of an idiot.
After his departure, the now vacant front seat was appealing to one of our friends in the back middle (next to me). He decided to climb over the center console and claim it for himself. In doing so, he somehow managed to kick it into drive…and we began moving forward with an absent driver. Everyone frantically tries to exit the vehicle; some less successful than others. One friend had both of his legs rolled over by the back wheels.
At this point, we, or should I say I, we’re going about 15 mph headed straight downhill towards the woods. Instead of jumping out, I dove head first to the driver side floorboard. I was able to mash the brake with my hands and barely get the car to stop before crashing into a tree.
I put the car in park and got out wondering why I was the only person with some f****n common sense…
~ Sara J.