So I get in my car that is parked on a uneven loose dirt drive on a steeply inclined street. I start the engine, put the car in reverse and press the gas. No movement...hmmm...must be stuck or lodged on something....more gas, no movement. So I open my driver's side door and put my left foot on the ground and my hand on the top of the door. I swivel in my seat and rock the car back and forth. The car begins to move with me half in, half out and I try to
reach the brake...the car is moving too fast now...(this is where I don't know exactly what happened) somehow I get out of the moving car on my feet and watch as my car quickly accelerates down the steep incline through the house's thick wooden fence and down a 20-25 foot sharp grade *into* the house.
Thankfully nobody was hurt and I walk away with a minor shin laceration and mildly sprained ankle.
The really funny part is that my alcoholic landlady did the *exact* same thing not more than 4 months ago...destroying $700 worth of fence and having to be winched out from the steep land above the house. I remember making fun of my landlady with Rachel..."What a fuckin' alcoholic retard she is...how could she *ever have done *that!*...well now a more humble me finally understands..."it can happen to
Link for the accident pix