ehowton ◾ DRIVING MY CAR OFF A GODDAMN CLIFF, Pt. II (Reply)

I was enjoying a nice visit and meal with Mom and Dad in our large, ranch house somewhere in a mountainous, western setting. At some point, it was decided we needed something, so I offered to drive and go get it. Dad joined me, and suggested we take his car instead of mine - a new, shiny black Land Rover. He wanted me to drive. I got behind the wheel, floored it, overcompensated, and drove up over the side of a cliff with a several hundred foot drop. As we plunged over the edge, I noticed a small body of water below us while time slowed, and a sort of parallax optical illusion tunnel-visioned my view to the ground below. I turned to Dad to express my sorrow for killing us both - intimating that he deserved much better - but also mentioned we had a gorgeous view few got to see in their lifetimes.

We survived the crash.

I don't know how, but the car was completely flattened, and strewn across the landscape as if we were in an airliner. Dad and I were both unharmed. I squinted up at the mesa from which we plunged trying to gauge the distance. As the wind was blowing fairly forcefully in the basin, I tracked the trajectory our vehicle must've made in order to miss the water, and impact on the shore. There were quite a few beachgoers there - families - in swimming gear as this was a local tourist spot. I was surprised at how quickly the park rangers arrived, and marveled that Dad and I remained unharmed. I kept checking myself for shock, as well as any late-onset soreness which would surely manifest, but yeah, nothing.

^{DRIVING MY CAR OFF A GODDAMN CLIFF, Pt. I}