I had been on a trip to York one evening. Me and a friend hadn't managed to secure a hotel room for the night so we had to drive back after the gig we had been to. Sleeping in the car in McDonald's car park wasn't particularly great, my friend managed to sleep a couple of hours but I got none.
We ended up taking to the road again at about 4am and I fell asleep a couple of times while he tried to stay awake and drive. It got to about 6am and by this stage I was trying to keep awake because I was worried both of us hadn't had enough sleep and would cause an accident. So I was sitting there staring straight ahead trying to stay awake and be as alert as I could for both of us while he drove. After a while we were driving along the motorway at about 60mph behind a lorry. The lorry slowed down as we came close to some traffic. And we kept on going. And kept on going. I was thinking "we'll slow down in a split second" while the back of the lorry came closer and closer to us. I looked over at my friend to see his eyes were closed, his head down and he was falling towards the wheel. I realised we had about two seconds before things went drastically wrong. I screamed his name and hit him on the arm, at which he woke up with a start, looked at the back of the lorry fast approaching and slammed on the brakes. I was ****ed and insisted we pull over again, which we did, and got more sleep before taking off for London.
I think that's the closest I've come. If not to death then to very serious injury.
We ended up taking to the road again at about 4am and I fell asleep a couple of times while he tried to stay awake and drive. It got to about 6am and by this stage I was trying to keep awake because I was worried both of us hadn't had enough sleep and would cause an accident. So I was sitting there staring straight ahead trying to stay awake and be as alert as I could for both of us while he drove. After a while we were driving along the motorway at about 60mph behind a lorry. The lorry slowed down as we came close to some traffic. And we kept on going. And kept on going. I was thinking "we'll slow down in a split second" while the back of the lorry came closer and closer to us. I looked over at my friend to see his eyes were closed, his head down and he was falling towards the wheel. I realised we had about two seconds before things went drastically wrong. I screamed his name and hit him on the arm, at which he woke up with a start, looked at the back of the lorry fast approaching and slammed on the brakes. I was ****ed and insisted we pull over again, which we did, and got more sleep before taking off for London.
I think that's the closest I've come. If not to death then to very serious injury.