Meefaw Inc. Volume 3The future is now; it’s 2006. I had lots of fun last night and didn’t wake up today until about 2:30pm. I didn’t get to go to sleep until about 6:30am. More on that later. Josh finished editing on Meefaw Volume 3 while ago, but it’s finally all online in its full glory. I did a lot of last minute work to get it online so Josh and I could “announce” it at the New Year’s party at Joey’s house. It turned out that I didn’t know most of the people at Joey’s house, so it was more of a personal announcement to each of the people who would care. 
I did meet a guy who looks just like the Numa Numa guy.
Fun With FireworksThen we got to pop a bunch of fireworks, hang out, play ping pong, and play poker. I didn’t play poker, because I don’t like losing money and because I didn’t really understand how to play what they were playing (Texas Hold ‘em ?). I did meet a bunch of cool, new people. Having fun guy one? The most fun in the world.
We then went to IHOP to eat, around 3 or so, I don’t really remember when we go there or left. We had an old waitress who was incredibly mean, and who is apparently a stripper. You might think that sounds cool, but I assure you it is not. She was really old; I’m talking Medicare old. Nasty! After we got done eating and talking and getting insulted by the elderly stripper waitress, we paid our bills and left. I was to take Cody, Joey’s half brother, home since he lived near me, but I had to stop for gas first at the RaceTrac by the 3132 entrance on Bert Kouns.
Map of What Happened (Thanks Google)While I was starting to pump gas, Cody witnessed an Escalade go around the corner quickly to get on 3132 and the back end slid out from behind it. He saw it flip into the construction area and come to a stop. He told me to call 911 (because his cell was broken) and he took off running across Bert Kouns toward the wreck area to see if the person was injured and to tell them help was on the way. I described the situation to the 911 dispatch operator and a few minutes later, fire/rescue and cops arrived. I was still pumping the gas, and there wasn’t anything I could really personally do, so when I got done, I drove over there so Cody wouldn’t have to walk/run back. When I got there, I found out that the driver crawed out of the passenger side, which was then flipped up into the air, and ran off away from Cody. My guess is the driver was drunk and didn’t want to get caught DWI. He’ll probably claim it was stolen.
Flipped EscaladeWe had to wait forever to the cops to take Cody’s statement, but that has to be the most interesting New Year’s eve I’ve ever had. I’m glad I didn’t sit home like a loser and watch a ball drop on NBC.
Interesting story, about the flipped truck, because a very similiar thing happened to me years ago….
Many years ago, my friend & I both owned sports cars. He had a 1987 Toyota Supra, I had a 1991 Nissan 240SX. Both rear-wheel drive cars, woo-hoo! We liked to cruise around late at night after work, just for the hell of it. Gas was $0.89/gallon. Good times… Anyway, we’re driving down Airline Hwy and this truck pulls up behind us and starts tailgating me. Usually I jab the brakes but not wanting an accident in the middle of the night, I get over so he can pass. So he passes but doesn’t really go much further. At this point I’m guessing he wants to try and race us, since his truck is all riced-out with some gay-ass aftermarket brake lights, tinted windows, subwoofers, etc.
So we get to the intersection of Industriplex and Airline Hwy. My friend & I both get into the turning lane to make a left onto Industriplex. The truck does the same. Here’s where it gets fun. Industriplex has two tight curves. One of them is super-tight, the other is tight but you can go around it kind of fast. We like this road because we like to try and drift our cars around the super-tight curve. It’s easy to do in a rear-wheel drive car, and unless you hit the curb, you won’t flip over. The worst that’ll happen if you go too fast IN A CAR is spin around and around. Anyway back to the story. So we’re egging the guy in the truck on, seeing how fast he’ll go. At some point he takes off like a bat out of hell, I guess determined to prove his truck is fast. Or how stupid he is. I dunno. My friend & I slow down, way down, and watch in horror as the truck goes around the really tight curve. His back end slides out to the right, and the front of his truck hits the left curb and *flip* over he goes. Neither of us called 911 because neither of us had cell phones. Even if we did, we probably wouldn’t have called anyway because the guy was a punk.
So we park our cars and go over to the wreck. The truck is completely upside down, resting on its roof. Amazingly, the guy is nowhere to be found. We didn’t even see him take off, but then again it was dark and we were kind of far back when the truck flipped. He probably made his escape while we were parking our cars I suppose.
So, for the next 10 minutes or so we just hang around the truck, staring at it and marveling at how different a vehicle looks when it’s upside down. A few minutes later a couple of cops show up and get our statements. We sort of left out the part where we were prodding him into a race. We didn’t lie though. We said we saw him go really fast around the curve, lose it, and flip.