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So anyway, last night I met up with a group of folks to go to the Griffith Observatory then hit up a few bars. We met for some fish tacos first tacos to form some carpools. I'm driving my car with 3 others on board.
We're driving up the hill mountain to get to the observatory, which is on top of Mount Hollywood. It's about 20 minutes from dusk. We're tooling along chatting with the windows up and stereo on, about to make a left up a switchback turn to go higher up. All of a sudden there's a pedestrian woman in front of me looking to my left. There ain't shit over there but trees so I'm transfixed on her malfunction. The girl sitting next to me her mouth drops open. Turns out there's a minivan flipping end over end down a 250 foot hillside that is at least 45 degree banking. SHIT! Brakes to the floor. The fan lands right in front of me, rear wheels on the road, front wheels facing up the hillside. The front is completely crushed. Anybody still in front has to be toast.
This is right up the street from Griffith Park so there are a fair amount of people a bit down the hill. I pull over, we bolt over to the car. Three of us pull off what is left of the sliding door on the minivan. The driver is alive but pinned under the windshield. We're telling him to stay still but he's afraid. He manages to pull himself out of his seatbelt from under the windshield down to the rear seat where we don't let him move.
At this point I'm still don't know how he got to where he landed. I look up the hill and it's got to be nearly 80 yards of thigh high grass to the road he drove off. The last 20 yards are about 60% grade. Apparently he came around the corner too fast and went off. If he had not hit the tree right at the road edge he would landed on us.
We left once firemen got there. Observatory sucked from too much cloud cover but we hit up The Griffin and Bigfoot Lounge where Sorearms/Eddie from EF hooked up with us.
We're driving up the hill mountain to get to the observatory, which is on top of Mount Hollywood. It's about 20 minutes from dusk. We're tooling along chatting with the windows up and stereo on, about to make a left up a switchback turn to go higher up. All of a sudden there's a pedestrian woman in front of me looking to my left. There ain't shit over there but trees so I'm transfixed on her malfunction. The girl sitting next to me her mouth drops open. Turns out there's a minivan flipping end over end down a 250 foot hillside that is at least 45 degree banking. SHIT! Brakes to the floor. The fan lands right in front of me, rear wheels on the road, front wheels facing up the hillside. The front is completely crushed. Anybody still in front has to be toast.
This is right up the street from Griffith Park so there are a fair amount of people a bit down the hill. I pull over, we bolt over to the car. Three of us pull off what is left of the sliding door on the minivan. The driver is alive but pinned under the windshield. We're telling him to stay still but he's afraid. He manages to pull himself out of his seatbelt from under the windshield down to the rear seat where we don't let him move.
At this point I'm still don't know how he got to where he landed. I look up the hill and it's got to be nearly 80 yards of thigh high grass to the road he drove off. The last 20 yards are about 60% grade. Apparently he came around the corner too fast and went off. If he had not hit the tree right at the road edge he would landed on us.
We left once firemen got there. Observatory sucked from too much cloud cover but we hit up The Griffin and Bigfoot Lounge where Sorearms/Eddie from EF hooked up with us.
