Formula One ( F1 )

I can, in a way, relate to that. When I had My Big Shunt at Mallory Park, the first thing I did was hit the release button on my harness. Then I noticed I hadn't moved, due to the fact that my helmet was pressed against the grass, what with the car being upside down. Then I noticed that that dampness on the back of my neck and all down my back wasn't water, but was in fact petrol, the force of the impact having ripped the fuel filler out of the fuel tank. So I undid the Big Red Switch, killing the electrical supply, and actually threw it out of the car.

After that, with the electrical system dead and being trapped under the car, drenched with fuel, I realised that there was nothing else I could do. After an inital moment of panic, I acknowledged that there was nothing I could do, and started to relax. I couldn't get the car off me, and if it burst into flames then there was equally nothing I could do. I remember thinking that it wouldn't be nice, but that the fumes would probably knock me out before the fire really took hold, and I remember feeling pensive but surprisingly resigned to my fate and at one with the world.

Having said that, when the marhsals reached the car and rolled it black-side-down again, I was up and away like a jack rabbit, concussion and 4 broken ribs be damned...