When I was a teenager a friend of the family invited my father and I to go pike and musky fishing with him and his son in a remote section of northern Canada. We were going to drive up to Canada, and then fly the rest of the way in their Cessna. At the last minute we could not go, and that guy and his son perished when their plane crashed on the way to the camp.
Another time I was driving from where I lived in Ohio to my girlfriend's house in PA on one of those country roads through farmland where the speed limit was 55. I had Led Zeppelin blasting on my cassette deck when I crested a small hill and saw a big, flatbed landscape truck going slow up in front of me.
I had a passing lane so I signaled and went to pass. The guy never saw me as he turned left into a driveway to turn around as he was lost. I downshifted and braked but it was too late. Luckily I got a little bit of grip and turned just enough so the driver's window post went under the back left corner of the truck.
It all happened in slow motion (adrenaline peaking). I remember leaning down across to the passenger seat as the impact happened, the glass imploded, and the music suddenly stopped. The roof caved in over me, but as I leaned over my seatbelt help me down allowing me to keep my head attached to my body.
At first, silly me tried to get out the crumpled driver's side door. After getting out of the passenger side I ran to the truck as the kid driving it was trying to get away. I ripped him out of the cab, fighting the urge to beat him senseless, and told him to follow me. We knocked on the door of that house but the woman there refused yo open the door or call the police. It was then the the kid noticed I was bleeding, but it was just some scratches from the glass.
I pushed my car out of the middle of the road and we walked about a mile down the road to the next house, this one on a working farm. I asked a guy near the barn for help, and of all things he was a deaf mute. But he flagged down old Farmer Brown for me. That old farmer simply said, "I've got chores to do. Phone's in the house. Help yourself to some food and something to drink while you wait for the police." That was over 30 years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday.