So I'm driving along on the motorway, not really paying attention, just sitting at a touch over 70. There's traffic but not a huge amount. All of a sudden something hits my car. The car shoots over a lane and I can see who hit me - a mondeo, so probably some sales exec half paying attention. Everything is in slow motion and I'm able to pick out loads of details as the car is out of control... I'm heading towards the hard shoulder and I try stabbing at the brakes, and then pumping them. I do hit off the crash barrier but I come to a stop pretty safely and I'm not hurt.
I'm pretty shocked to be honest and I get out of the car. The other car didn't do so well, it's made it onto the hard shoulder as well, but it's gone right into the crash barrier, the bonnet is hanging over the front and it looks prety likely that the engine has been crushed or at least moved. So I rush over, still not really aware of what I'm doing and the guy in it is just sitting there. I open the door which thankfully hasn't got jammed, and go to pull him out. I can't get him out because he has his seatbelt on, but by this time he's more alert and he releases it himself.
So we're just standing by his wrecked car, confused and bewildered. I can't exactly place when but I phone the police and report an accident. I don't know if I asked him if he was ok first or afterwards. In any case we get talking, not really saying anything of note, but really just checking we're ok. He goes to the boot of his car and opens it, and says it's the luckiest escape he's ever had, and we're both lucky to be alive. He pulls out a bottle of whisky - it's not a cheap blend - and opens it, and passes it to me. I take a bit swig of it, with a huge grin on my face, the adrenalin is leaving and I'm starting to feel good because I survived. I pass the bottle back to him, but he just screws the cap on. I ask him if he's not going to have a drink, and he says "Nah, I'll wait until after the police have been"
I'm pretty shocked to be honest and I get out of the car. The other car didn't do so well, it's made it onto the hard shoulder as well, but it's gone right into the crash barrier, the bonnet is hanging over the front and it looks prety likely that the engine has been crushed or at least moved. So I rush over, still not really aware of what I'm doing and the guy in it is just sitting there. I open the door which thankfully hasn't got jammed, and go to pull him out. I can't get him out because he has his seatbelt on, but by this time he's more alert and he releases it himself.
So we're just standing by his wrecked car, confused and bewildered. I can't exactly place when but I phone the police and report an accident. I don't know if I asked him if he was ok first or afterwards. In any case we get talking, not really saying anything of note, but really just checking we're ok. He goes to the boot of his car and opens it, and says it's the luckiest escape he's ever had, and we're both lucky to be alive. He pulls out a bottle of whisky - it's not a cheap blend - and opens it, and passes it to me. I take a bit swig of it, with a huge grin on my face, the adrenalin is leaving and I'm starting to feel good because I survived. I pass the bottle back to him, but he just screws the cap on. I ask him if he's not going to have a drink, and he says "Nah, I'll wait until after the police have been"
