#Car Accidents

[whetstonefires]

'Saying things in a funny way' is an op skillset for real though.

Latest example 'when you're late coming home and I don't know why I get worried about you and think perhaps there has been a car accident and this is why I send check-in texts' = distressing concept, explains the texting as something other than controlling behavior but still sounds neurotic and may increase any aversion felt toward it

'When I don't know why you aren't home yet I start to think maybe you got eaten by a car' = funny, sympathetic, likely to make such texts less burdensome to receive.

Why is communication like this.

[heidioph]

[irondadfics]

Hi so I've been trying to find this fic where peter is coming back from a science camp or something driving one of Tony's cars and he gets in a car accident and thinks tony will be more worried about the car and a bystander comes up to him and ask if he's OK and if he can call anyone and he calls tony and that's about all I remember

(I would so appreciate it if you found this for me) <3

this is for you. Enjoy!

Nothing So Valuable by JAWorley

"Why don't you call your dad? Your dad can't be too mad. Insurance will pay for this. If it was my son in a crash I'd just be glad that he's ok," the stranger says. As they stand on the side of the highway, Peter thinks that he really does need to call Mr. Stark and describe the destruction of his expensive car, there's no way around that. But it's not as easy as the man said, because Mr. Stark isn't his dad, as much as Peter would like that. Therefore Mr. Stark can be as mad at Peter as he wants to. OR Peter crashes Tony's car, but when Tony shows up, Peter realizes some things that he hadn't understood before.

[papaziggy-devblog]

Titties

[frangipani-wanderlust]

PSA From Your Friendly Neighborhood 911 Dispatcher

If you have a medical condition that can cause a sudden, catastrophic loss of consciousness, motor function, or any similar scenario, please either stay on top of managing this condition or simply do not drive. At all.

I know that sounds harsh. But, just that I am aware of, medical emergencies while driving have caused people to drive into a restaurant, to drive into a childcare office, to drive into other cars, and to drive down the wrong side of the road more than once.

Not every accident can be prevented. But if you know this is a situation you can avoid, as a favor to me, please avoid it.

[itellmyselfsecrets]

“Men are more likely than women to be involved in a car crash, which means they dominate the numbers of those seriously injured in car accidents. But when a woman is involved in a car crash, she is 47% more likely to be seriously injured than a man, and 71% more likely to be moderately injured, even when researchers control for factors such as height, weight, seat-belt usage, and crash intensity…She is also 17% more likely to die and it all has to do with how the car is designed - and for whom…When men and women are in a car together, the man is most likely to be driving. So not collecting data on passengers more or less translates as not collecting data on women. The infuriating irony of all this is that the gendered passenger/driver norm is so prevalent that…the passenger seat is the only seat that is commonly tested with a female crash-test dummy, with the male crash-test dummy still being the standard dummy for the driver's seat. So stats that include only driver fatalities tell us precisely zero about the impact of introducing the female crash-test dummy.” - Caroline Criado Perez (Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men)

[suguruslut]

Little birds crash the Batmobile

Fandom: Batman (All Media types)

Author: suguru_slut

Words: 5,300

Rating: General

Pairings: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne & Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd

Tags: Car Accidents, Brotherly Bonding, Family Fluff, Humor, Two Robins, Canon Typical Violence, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Vomiting

Summary:

“But…how will we get around? I get kinda tired jumping from building to building…” “Hmm…” Dick glanced around the cave. There were a million different toys before them, but only one that could get them from place to place—the keys were behind a special glass case, but with one swipe of his fingerprint, access was granted, and Dick had the keys to the Batmobile in his grubby little hands. “We’ll drive, of course!”

Dick and Jason crash the Batmobile and try to hide the evidence

[surskip]

I hate those things in cars where you can clip your phone into something that rests on the air vents so it's right next to you. it can be useful for directions but there's so many people who are actively texting or watching/playing something while driving using those and it's so unsafe. several times a car has stopped suddenly or almost crashed into me and every time I look and see one of those

[marlynnofmany]

Experience: listening to music in the car, imagining getting in a crash and being stuck injured while that song keeps playing

Normal reaction: "That's messed up; I hope it never happens."

Writer reaction: "That's messed up; I should use it in a story. The song would be ruined for the character, and Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' is so fitting because the zombies look like they're injured anyway, and wow this could ruin any appreciation that character has for zombie movies too, and..."

[bomberqueen17]

uhhhhmuhgawhhhh

ok this has been a long fucking month.

i am back in buffalo. i am in my house. i had to find my pillow, which had gotten misfiled. but i have had a slep, i have gotten catsnuggles, i have gotten *cough* we'll call them dudesnuggles. i have awoken. i have made my coffee the way i like it. i am on a couch on my computer and don't have to do anything for at least an hour.

now i can tell to you the Saga of All Of It.

so like ok August was a really rough month. It was just-- busy, and I had been tentatively on a three-weeks-on, one-week-off schedule at the farm, and had thus managed to visit Buffalo like, well once this summer but you know. Anyway the last time I was home I'd spent the entire time helping Dude's mom clear out his aunt's house, so it hadn't exactly been relaxing or let me do any of my own projects, but it had been something. But I got back to the farm and it was go-go-go-go, and then BIL and Farmsister and Farmkid and my mom went on vacation together for a week so I had to watch the house and fill in some farm duties especially dealing with the farmer's market and such, and then they got back and it was a frantic game of catch-up, and then the Livestock Manager got married so he had a week off before and a week after, prearranged but the amount of work was still the same. And it meant that BIL especially was very overworked and was horribly cranky about it and, I'm not gonna tiptoe around it, was real fuckin mean to specifically me for a bunch of it, so that sucked out loud. And in the midst of all of this there were a couple of events where everybody else was invited to a thing and I had to stay home and cover for the absences. And it all kinda piled up and like, I'm a grown ass woman and can handle not being invited to things but it was a lot of things. And I tried, in the middle there, to celebrate my birthday a little bit? but there wasn't a ton of time, I found out Friday afternoon that I'd be able to have Saturday off, so I did scrape together an expedition for myself to a nearby art museum at least but that was the sum total of it, a flying visit from a friend for which I had like four free hours and then had to return to work, and dude visited for the weekend and I got to spend a couple hours looking at art. That was it.

So I was really tired and really done, and this final week BIL was just like outright shitty to me, yelling at me about things that either 1) went against a policy he'd made up earlier, like using a particular method of cleaning on a particular floor drain which he had specifically told me not to do, clearly changed his mind about, and then was furious i hadn't done, but see I wasn't notified of the mind change there so I didn't know? anyway, or 2) were things that I'm not in charge of and I just happened to be the person closest to him when he noticed that something hadn't been done the way he thought it should have specifically been done today even though there would have been reasons at other times to not do it like that, and in fact in this case later it became useful that it had been done as it was, and-- just anyway. It was stuff normally I'd not be so upset about but at the culmination of this extremely thankless-grinding month I was just distraught.

So I got my work done early enough to leave at midday on Friday. And I did, after lunch I did a tiny bit more work but left the farm before 2pm, absolutely giddy at the thought of getting home to Buffalo in time for dinner.

And traffic was annoyingly heavy on 787, but all was fine and doable and not a problem until some jackass decided to cut into the entrance ramp for the 90 at the last possible second and some even bigger jackass decided that the only way to react to this was by theatrically overreacting by coming to a complete fucking stop and so

well i hit the person in front of me, and the person behind me hit me, and the person behind her hit her, and we all pulled off on the side of the road and had to wait for the cops. My hood was crunched shut, and my exhaust system, already having become noisy from part of a pipe rusting through, snapped clean in half.

But nothing was leaking. And nobody was hurt. The lady in the car behind gave me her number and left, because she had dogs in the car who were likely to overheat in the 90F high humidity, and also recently a woman had been killed on the side of this very road in this very situation and she was too afraid to wait. But the ladies in the car ahead were nice and offered me a drink from their cooler and just seemed tired but not mad, and had already called the cops which was great because I had forgotten how to operate my phone in all the kerfuffle.

So we waited for a state trooper to show up-- and notably, he was actually really nice, very reassuring, understanding of how I was also on the phone with my insurance company (also very nice, and I had to have her on the car speaker because the traffic noise was so much i couldn't hear my phone microphone at all, and I was so distracted I kept being like "you want me to what" and then not hearing the answer-- telling her my license plate number was like the most difficult thing for some reason), and he got us to move our cars to a different off-ramp where there was less traffic, and we filled out all the paperwork and stuff and he gave me directions for how to get back to the westbound interstate. He called the lady from the car behind me, for me, and the two of them explained to me that since there was negligible damage I didn't actually have to report that accident if I didn't want to, and so I was like okay fine let's not even bother, since it has to be a whole separate accident report and none of the damage to my car is from that accident. (Not visibly anyway, though I expect it's probably why the exhaust system did what it did-- still though, not likely to be relevant. Even though surely the accident I did report is going to be determined to be my fault, but this second one wouldn't be-- it wouldn't help anything.)

I took off and immediately realized I wasn't going to be able to drive the car as it was, and helpfully a man pulled up next to me at that light and said "your exhaust system is definitely dragging, do you know about it?" and I said wearily "I was just in an accident so thank you for helping me identify what the problem actually is", and went past the on-ramp into the parking lot of a fire hall right there that happened to also be a pokemon gym in my color. I sat for a moment, put a defender in the gym (thanks, random team instinct person, for having taken that gym half an hour previous, that cheered me up a bunch), and then got out of my car, found a work glove I knew I'd thrown in there, crawled under the car a bit, and tucked the muffler pipe up to sit on top of the catalytic converter so it wouldn't drag on the ground. (I don't know that the glove was necessary but I do know exhaust systems get real fuckin hot so i do recommend gloves if handling any of those parts on a car that's been running lately.)

It worked, it held, and I was like well. Car runs. Hood's all cattywumpus but it's definitely not going to fly open because it's literally crimped shut. Already had some front-end damage on this thing from an accident we mutually decided not to report a couple years back-- very minor but the plastic is cracked and the foglight mount damaged. Well now it's proper fucked, so that's fine. I was going to have to find a mechanic to repair the muffler assemblage anyway, it was already loud as fuck, so now it's just done with the polite fiction of being an exhaust system.

So I walked around the car, open and shut all the doors to make sure they still did, and then got in and got onto the Thruway. Fuck this shit, I was not going to drive back to the farm and then have to rely on a bunch of people of whom I'm slightly tired and who are clearly also slightly tired of me to have to ferry my ass around, and miss my extremely extremely necessary week off of work (because you know if I'm there I'm going to fucking do work on the farm, that's how it works, I have no boundaries).

All I wanted was to see a person (and cat) who actually enjoy my company and want to see me.

So I put in earplugs because the noise was not great, and drove 300 miles, and arrived just before dark, and pulled into the driveway and Chita was so surprised to see me that she came right out to me even though i was still sitting in my car. She doesn't like cars, hates them when they're moving and really doesn't like being in them, but she does like to sit under them when they're off.

[image description: a small gray cat with her paws up on the running board of a blue car, peering in the open driver's side door with motion-blurred interest; the foreground is my bare leg and the hem of my dress and my filthy car floor]

So I'm home, and I have already done all the awkward phone calls, and I was expecting I'd need to call the garage my insurance company has set up to do the assessing (that's how my insurance company does it) but the text of it says they'll call me. i still might call them midmorning today to see if they're open. IDK I don't even care what happens now, I'm home and I've had my own coffee and my cat missed me and my dude missed me and i'll just figure the rest out later.

[girlnextdeer]

Haven’t seen a single pair a fucking headlights

[sailoreuterpe]

Help Buy Zack Another Car After the Accident

[hclib]

Tragedy at the 1923 State Fair

One hundred years ago, auto racing was a major attraction at the Minnesota State Fair. Despite the sport's popularity, the State Fair's board unanimously voted on the evening of September 5, 1923, to ban amateur drivers from competition. The swift change came because of the tragedies that had unfolded at the fairgrounds just a few hours earlier.

At 2:00 pm, roughly 50,000 people had gathered in the State Fair Grandstand to watch the auto races and auto polo competition. Not long after the events began, however, tragedy struck. Owen Van Drake, a 31-year-old driver from St. Paul, lost control of his car and hit the wall or fence. An ambulance arrived swiftly, but Van Drake died before making it to the hospital. Only a short while later, another 31-year-old driver, Joseph Lehman of Minneapolis, accidentally drove through the fence. With his car and clothing afire, Lehman was able to escape from the wreckage. He survived, but only after spending a week in the hospital badly burned. Finally, in the final competition of the race program -- an auto polo match between the Canadian and American teams -- Walter Sterling, a 27-year-old Canadian player, was injured when his car rolled over.

Perhaps because of the traumatic outcomes of that racing day, a program for the September 5, 1923 auto races is in our Minneapolis and Hennepin County Subject Vertical Files. We do not know how the program came to the library, but it may have been donated by one of the spectators at those frightful races. Whoever that spectator was, he or she noted Lehman's "smash up" in the program.

[irondadfics]

Haii!! Can you help me? Im looking a story about Peter save Morgan from car crash? Thank youuu for your help. Have a nice day!!

could any of these be be your fic?

[2022dirt]

An Oscar Mayer Wienermobile was involved in a rollover crash on the Tri-State Tollway in Illinois.

[stone-cold-groove]

He was playing with the door handle...