I hooked up my accelerator pedal in my car to my brake lights. I hit the gas, people behind me stop, and I'm gone.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Then suddenly something just kicked me. I kind of woke up and realised that I was in a different atmosphere than you normally are. My immediate reaction was to back off, slow down.
I was hit by a car. I almost died. My show was taken away from me. I was frightened.
I clipped a Ferrari, hit the gravel trap at a fair old speed, which lifted the car up into the barrier, and then rolled a few times. I had no injuries or anything - I just had to wait for the marshals to right the car before I could get out.
Someone tried to save my soul in a gas station.
I was asleep, in the upstairs bedroom, in the rear of the house. There was this tremendous crash, there was a terrible wind force hitting my body, and then I blanked out.
I was a really bad taxi driver. I only collided twice but it was one time too much.
I was a horrible limo driver: I ran out of gas with passengers in the back and I used to get lost on a regular basis.
I drove a tractor almost as soon as I could reach the pedals.
I was hit by a car once on my bike, but I still rode home.
I was out of my bed in one second, trembling with excitement, and I dashed to the door and into the adjoining room, where I could watch the streets below from the windows.