So it was a typical day, except this day happened to be opening day for out local and shitty ski resort, Perfect North Slopes in Indiana. Long story short, my DD is a sports car, and my moms 2004 taurus with 4 people and skis in it is not. So we get within 1 minute of the place, its like 4:40pm, the whole way there was ok, not to much traffic, didnt speed over 90mph. The road before the resort is a country road, 45 zone, and very whindy (sp). So I am going to turn left onto a side street, 300 feet from the resort entrance road. I am going to turn left, there is no traffic in front of or behind me in any direction. The only traffic is to my left, a mini van going to turn right. Therefore, we were 90* from each other. So I am stoked, first day of the season, and bumping the shit out of Paradise from the Refresh video. I guess I must have been going a bit over the speed limit, i was prolyl running 60 mph, and I started to brake for the sharp ass 90* turn onto a narrow road that I remembered being 6 feet wider.... Well I guess I didnt realise how little I slowed down, and began to make the turn, FUCK.... I was going way to fast, so I begin to put the brake pedal to the floor, no good. Shitty taurus abs kicked in so bad and did nothing....So now im going around 20 ish, sliding in the middle of the turn, while the van is making his right, and has no clue what is about to happen. I realise I cannot make the turn at all, and im fucked. I was heading straight for some bs sign that was like two stop sign poles holding it up, pretty beefy, and im like, fuck, im going to fuck this car so bad... my other option was to straighten out, and going flying off the road, and jump the bitch like the Dukes of Hazard off of a pile of assphalt... So I take the assphalt, not knowing how steep, deep, or what the fuck I was going over. FUCK, the car hit hard, it bottemed out like a bitch, and I took the jump if you didnt already guess. I shit my pants almost, the dudes with me were like "fuck", so I landed and thought it was broke bad.... I couldnt go left back onto the road, there was a small ditch, and I was in some dudes yard currently..so I drive down his yard 200 feet, after I turned off paradise... it was not a good song to be listening to anymore. I find a shallow spot in the ditch, and manage to get it back onto the road. Im now entering the place,, and am freaking out... I couldnt believe the car was even driving... So we get up to the place, the car drives straight still and shifts ok. I get out, with people staring, and just yell "FUCK, FUCK FUCK, IM SO SCREWED". I look at it, hood pushed open, front bumper ruined, license plate bent from the angle of impact being so steep. Both fenders fucking buckled and bent from the front bumper smashing into them so hard. Dirt all over the front, and to the back.... the bumper hit the dirt when the car bottemed out, and there was hay sticking out of the bottom of it.... shit, how was the car even drivable? I pop the hood and look for any leaks. There werent any, but a power steering pump bracket was kinda fucked, some plastic by the front lights was fucked, and a hood stop fell off when I opened it. I was actually not as scared, it didnt look as bad as I thought, the underside looked ok, and the oil pan wasnt ripped off as I thought it might have been from the gnarly jump. So after doing nothing all day, and being freaked out, I test drove it, determined it worked and drove home. Needless to say my mom was pissed.... bad, but I cant still drive there as long as its daylight, and I kinda owe her a good $600 or more for repairs... I might get some pics up later, sorry this wasnt more exciting, but I still feel I needed to post it. Turned out it was like a 50% angle drop, over some dirt and weeds / hay, and a good 6-7 ft drop. So if you go to pns, look at the dudes yard and see if my tracks are still there, they have been so far all thise week.
