Let's start at the very end: The postscript of Stephen King's 'On Writing' contains some of the most harrowing pages he has ever written. It's here that King describes the traffic accident that nearly killed him in June 1999.
There was a fence and there was this other van- So I go, 'Fence or van? Cause I'm crashing into one of them,' and I said 'Fence,' so I hit the fence and bounced into the van
Jesse Jackson was involved in a three-car crash this weekend. I understand that no one was hurt, but I understand that two of the women in the other cars are now pregnant.
I met with an accident on the way to the track; I arrived safely.
Truly, if you can't cover a five-car pile-up on Route 128, you should not be covering a presidential campaign.
When I turned 16, my dad made me sign a contract - he made us sign contracts for everything - that if I hit my car, I would be responsible for paying for it. I was in bumper-to-bumper traffic, and I tapped someone. It was so not a big deal, but I had to pay for it.
How many of those dead animals you see on the highway are suicides?
It was the first car accident I had ever been in. It shakes you up a little bit.
A couple of days back, I got into a car accident. Not my fault. Even if it's not your fault, the other person gets out of their car and looks at you like it's your fault: Why did you stop at a red light and let me hit you doing 80!
America is two Mack trucks colliding on a superhighway because all the drivers are on amphetamines.
The car crash that took the lives of these two lovely people has been portrayed as a traffic accident caused by a drunk driving at high speed. The reality is that it was murder.
A motorcycle coming down from 30 feet at 70 mph gives you a terrible jolt.
Because of that I don't care when I read in the newspaper that I am colourblind. I went through a red light in my car and I stopped when I before a green light. So I must be really colourblind, eh?
And before you ask, no, you're not driving, Myrnin. I remember the last time." "That accident was not my fault." "You were the only one on the road, and the mailbox actually didn't leap out in front of you. No arguments. You sit in the back, too.
A car crossed two lanes of traffic, flipped, and landed on my dad's car. I don't blame cars. My dad loved cars. I don't have many memories of my dad. The love of cars is all I have of him, really.
I have this theory that there are two kinds of people in the world, people who stop at a traffic accident and those that just drive by. If I see a traffic accident, I am going to stop. I do notice. I don't think that makes me a good or bad person, or anybody else better or worse.
A cement mixer collided with a prison van on the Kingston Pass. Motorists are asked to be on the lookout for 16 hardened criminals.
I think women are great drivers. To be honest, I've only been in one car accident - one of my best friends, his wife was driving. She went into oncoming traffic, our car flipped almost four times. I didn't even have time to put on a seat belt, because they'd just picked me up.
I'm sure I've been in an accident because I'm wild and crazy and go too fast, but I don't remember having an accident.
No," I said. And maybe it was only because Alaska couldn't hit the brakes and I couldn't hit the accelerator.
After being bombarded endlessly by road-safety propaganda it was almost a relief to find myself in an actual accident.
With this type of thing there are always different opinions and mine is that it is impossible to blame either one of us. [on a crash with Heidfeld]
You could take Vicodin, step out of the house, onto a freeway, have a truck hit you, and you'd say "My Bad!".
