Ah.., yes. Err... well, it just happened, really. Nothing I could do. Well, except take my foot of the brake and roll backwards before it rolled. Or not have been going quite so fast in the first place.
To cut a long story short, I rolled a Peugeot 406 hire car on to its roof late last night on a quiet, very dark Scottish Borders country road. I'm fine, thanks for asking. Car's not so good.
The funny (well, perhaps not the correct word) thing is that I threw away two race wins with just two laps to go last week at Liphook by rolling in a right hander. Difference last night is I wasn't even going that fast (about 30mph at the time of going up the bank) let alone racing.
Problem was, not only was the corner was way tighter than expected, the earth bank on the outside started relatively shallow (good thing), but got steeper as it went around (bad thing). I stopped less than a car's length off the road with only minor scraping to the front spoiler.
Then the nose slid about a metre down the bank. Then the wheels hit the road, which was when, using that bit of momentum gained sliding down the bank, she rolled, ever so slowly, onto her side. Thence, being a curvy sided Peugeot, on to her roof. All very sedate.
Having never been upside down in car before I sat (well, hung actually) for a moment to take in the view, then released the belt and got out. Quite quickly.
Loads of "if onlys" as with every accident, but at the end of the day it must be my fault as I was the only one in the car (although the lack of a few pre-emptive reflective warning signs was a contributory factor. Locals and Police telling you, "this has always been a bad bend" offers little solice once your car's upside down). Aside for some inconvenience I'm fine, which is the main thing. Cars, despite the emotional links we have to them, are just bits of metal and plastic and very easily replaced.
Oh yes, the other big difference to my offs at Liphook was that the nice man at the hire company gave me another car this morning. My slot car retailer didn't offer to replace the minutes old, but now scratched Speedbird. Ouch!
Scott