Wow, thank God you are alive. 120 MPH is no joke. Was the fucker drinking or fucked up on something?
Much respect to you, I am sure its tough but you seem like a tough minded glass half ful guy.
I went to a rave at 19 years old, had my first car, an 82 Toyota Celica I bought at a car auction for 500 dollars. My folks said to not go, the rave was 1.5 hours away. I went anyways, and dropped e at the club. Thank God I was by myself coming back home. There was a draw bridge on the interstate, all the cars had to stop, once the bridge went back down tne cars started driving again. My car would not turn back on , I was stuck in the middle lane. I tried to get out the car to run to the left or right side, but the cars where now going like 80 mph and I was so fucked up I could not figure if I could make it or not. Saw I sat in the car, scared as fuck, waiting for a mometn where I could run to the side of the road.
A few minutes some huge flat bed 18 wheeler I can see heading towards me, my life literally flashed before my eyes and I thought for sure I am gonna die. The truck came within 15 or 20 feet of hitting me and swerved at the last second. But then I minute or 2 later, I see a hyundai coming at me, fast as fuck. She plowed into my car, my car spun around like what seemed like a long time. I was bouncing around in the car. I remember a pickup truck almost hit me as I spun. I blacked out, woke up and there where flares everywhere and some big guy was helping me out of the car. I told him I was okay, started to walk, blacked out again and he must have caught me in his arms.
Then I wake up at the hospital. My car became an accordian and the back speakers where literally pushed past the front chairs, the car was folded up in the back. It's beyond amazing I walked away from that. the lady was going 90 plus they said when she hit me.
Sorry to ramble on, but much props to you man.
