Yeah pulse, I agree it was a fluke that not wearin a belt lead to a better outcome for me, And yeah, no one who ever saw the car afterwards thought it looked like anyone would have survived, though thankfully I did.

It was really an odd looking mess of a car afterwards. If you approached the car from behind it all you could see was a 3" buckle in the front of the roof line by the windshield, but once you got a look at it from the front, it was like "Holy sheep shit Bat Man! How'd I manage to survive that?".

As an admitted adrenaline junkie who also loves to square off corners at the highest rate of speed the suspension, tires and traction will allow, I always wear my belt when doing so, but I still despise the idea of being forced by law to do so

'Berto, while recuperating I had lotsa time to ponder why I managed to live through somethin it would seem I shouldn't have and, oh yeah, I heard numerous times about how "God must have a plan for you" and "It just wasn't Gods plan for you to die". Admittedly it did make me wonder and in those days I was strugglin off and on about the whole concept of God and faith.

It would be many years later before I heartily embraced the flyin spaghetti monster, but now don my strainer with pride before entering the Pastafarian temple