When a GMC Jimmy shot out in front of me, I only left about 12 feet of
skid marks. As his roof line disappeared over the top of my windshield
I had a sad feeling and asked if this is all there was going to be,
followed by, Oh, ****, I'll bet this is gonna hurt!. There was a loud
bang (the air bags) then nothing. The next thing was the feeling of
the car spinning and coming to a stop. I couldn't see a thing due to
the dust from the air bags. I wasn't hurt, but I don't think a 6-pack
on an empty stomach could make me that punchy.
I wasn't even sore the next day.

Ah, modern technology.

In 1975 I had the misfortune of being an un-belted front-seat passenger in a
'72 Dodge Dart (all sharp metal dashboard and pointy things inside) that
went from 40 to zero in about 10 feet. (The oak tree did NOT move.)

No air bag to save me -- just a really hard head. I busted the windshield
with it, hit my neck on the sharp metal-and-plastic dashboard, and -- other
than not being able to swallow for a while, and bleeding like a stuck pig --
I walked away unscathed.

I figure I've been on borrowed time since then.

:-)
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination"