How did that happen, then? It doesn't seem to have been such a deep lake?
I had raced it at castle coombe the week before, and like a lazy and know it all 21 year old I left the slicks on (despite numerous occasions of my dad nagging me to change them...) as they were enormous fun around the lanes....until...torrential rain...spliff...youthful exuberance...coming down a hill with a hairpin at the bottom an inch thick with water, the chevrons having been conveniently knocked down the week before...I almost got it round, got it round, got it round, annnnnddd...and clipped the kerb...boom... the car went flying and that was the start of my 'off'...it hit the water on the left front wing, and rolled over onto the drivers side, on first instance it had sliding windows which shot open and ejected the freezing water into my face and as it rolled and came to a standstill I did ejecta passenger door, only to find the water was literally 4'6'' deep (the exact width of a mini), it was just washing around the edges and you could see an outline of the door and side of the car. it's a good job the water was there as It would have piruoeted and rolled(and rolled), as it was, the water took a great deal of the force and momentum out of the crash, however I only crashed as it was raining.
I went back the next day with a tractor from my mates to drag it to shore, and the water was so cold it made me wail, meh. November muddy water, fucking eeek... I had hit the kerb square and so hard that I had popped both the tyres from the rims on the nearside, and it ended up almost 40ft from the embankment.
I learned many a lesson that evening...dumbass!!! (just to clarify it wasn't really a lake but a field that had been flooded out, it ran along side the road that was embanked up, so a corner of the feild for a few hundred feet wash awash, as deep as the embankment (6-8ft).
I had raced it at castle coombe the week before, and like a lazy and know it all 21 year old I left the slicks on (despite numerous occasions of my dad nagging me to change them...) as they were enormous fun around the lanes....until...torrential rain...spliff...youthful exuberance...coming down a hill with a hairpin at the bottom an inch thick with water, the chevrons having been conveniently knocked down the week before...I almost got it round, got it round, got it round, annnnnddd...and clipped the kerb...boom... the car went flying and that was the start of my 'off'...it hit the water on the left front wing, and rolled over onto the drivers side, on first instance it had sliding windows which shot open and ejected the freezing water into my face and as it rolled and came to a standstill I did ejecta passenger door, only to find the water was literally 4'6'' deep (the exact width of a mini), it was just washing around the edges and you could see an outline of the door and side of the car. it's a good job the water was there as It would have piruoeted and rolled(and rolled), as it was, the water took a great deal of the force and momentum out of the crash, however I only crashed as it was raining.
I went back the next day with a tractor from my mates to drag it to shore, and the water was so cold it made me wail, meh. November muddy water, fucking eeek... I had hit the kerb square and so hard that I had popped both the tyres from the rims on the nearside, and it ended up almost 40ft from the embankment.
I learned many a lesson that evening...dumbass!!! (just to clarify it wasn't really a lake but a field that had been flooded out, it ran along side the road that was embanked up, so a corner of the feild for a few hundred feet wash awash, as deep as the embankment (6-8ft).