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.