
 Originally Posted by 
Ran
					
				 
				I was 16, and at a big street racing meet down in Panama City. Had a stock 1990 240SX Fastback with a stripped out interior. Cops showed up and broke up the meet. Singled me out, so I freaked out and jumped in my car. Two buddies got in too. We busted a U-turn almost clipping the cop car and make a sprint for it. James is in the front seat, trying to put on his seatbelt. Steven is in the backseat sitting on metal with no seat or restraints. He reaches up and bear-hugs James and the seat, hanging on for dear life. We're flying down the road, weaving between other cars at anywhere between 90-115mph. Get ahead of the pack and come up to a corner. Took the turn too fast AND the rear right tire decided to blow out. Lost control and slid of the embankment. Spun around, came back up on the road and slid of the other side of the embankment. Passenger side fender strikes a telephone pole's guide-wire and completely uproots it (5-foot steel pole). The fender is shredded off. The car turns sideways and the passenger side door bounces off the second guidewire. Car keeps sliding and slides between the third guidewire and the telephone pole itself. Nobody got a scratch. Cop pulls up, I go to jail and get bailed out by my father.
Dumbest mistake ever.