My 90 in a 35

There is a trend on tiktok right now called “my 90 in a 35” and I won’t lie to you my old out of touch ass had no idea what the trend was until I came across another person explaining it. Basically people are posting a random photo or video of them self that is completely unrelated to driving and then selecting a song that makes them drive 90MPH in a 35MPH zone.

Most of the people of course are picking either hype songs or breakup songs. When I finally learned what the trend actually ment I laughed because I’ve experienced this first hand. Wayyy back in 2013 I was involved in a car accident that damn near broke the laws of physics. I should not be alive here today and I walked away from that car accident with just 2 cracked rips and a couple cuts on my hands.

So do me a favor and play the song: angels would fall by Melissa etheridge… because that was the exact song I was listening to when I was driving 93MPH in a 35 zone and nearly got myself killed. Let me paint the picture for you. The father of my children and I had only been dating a few months. He was the rebellious bad boy type and I was the pretty well rounded young college student working two jobs to pay my way through college. I had just gotten off work at 10pm at my second job for the day totally 18hrs of work. I get a phone call from one of mine and his mutual friends “hey Sammi, I know you just got off work but Kota is really drunk and he’s trying to drive home. I’ve taken his keys. Can you please come get him. I’ll text you the address” I then proceeded to drive 45 minutes to boon fuck nowhere. I mean this party was in a random ass feild in some random ass no where small town on a dirt road I had never driven down. I was exhausted. I just wanted to go home and shower and go to bed. I get there and everyone cheers “heyyyyyyy Sammi! What’s it gonna be vodka, beer, you want me to mix you up somthing?” I tried to tell them I was just there to get dakotah and to head home but they were all already 3 sheets to the wind and back then I was a bit of a pushover. So I cracked open one single mango Rita and nursed it for the next 3 hours (literally didn’t even drink half of it) all while thinking to myself “it’s a fucking Thursday night; do none of these Morons have a real job?” Finally I convinced dakotah to leave with me but as we’re we’re leaving I scoped out the most sober person there (the same person who called me earlier, Brandon) and said walked over to him leaned in close so no one would hear me and get offended “thank you for looking out for him; please make sure the rest of these bone heads get home safely”. Dakotah was sitting in the car absolutely HAMMERED (I mean slurring and stumbling. It was bad) and from what I gathered from his angle in the car when I leaned in to whisper to Brandon it looked like I kissed him (I did not and never would) so I get in and this man is cussing me out. He called me every name in the book except my god given one. So for about 30 minutes we drove towards his mothers house (back then he lived with her)and we are just in a fucking SCREAMING match. Finally I had enough and kicked him out of the car and told him his ass could walk home (she lived maybe another 5 miles up the road) so I called my friend Ashley who was married to Dakotahs friend and told her that him and I got in an argument and that I left him walking on such and such road next to such and such church. She was supposed to be picking up her husband and driving him home and assured me she would get the drunk asshole also safely home…..

Well problem. Right after I made that call my phone died and I didn’t have a charge and my car didn’t have a GPS. So here I am in boon fuck no where not sure which way to turn. I ended up driving around like just 5 short minutes from his mother’s house for about 2 hours trying desperately to find a main Hwy or landmark that looked familiar. Then eventually I found something that looked vaguely family. So I drive down reddick road by this time is about 3am. I’m exhausted. I’ve got the AC blaring all the windows down the music up loud driving as fast as I could go, just trying my BEST to stay awake and next thing you know I dose off.

Not because I’m drunk but because I was sooo fucking fed up and tired. I wake up with two young woman voices I didn’t recognize yelling “maam. Ma’am. Are you ok? Do you know what happened?” I tell them “yeah I’m Samantha. Iby the looks of it I flipped my fucking car. Shit my mom’s gonna be pissed, can you please call my mom?” I gave out my mother’s number then passed back out (severe concussion). I woke back up a few moments later to one girl screaming on the phone with 911 “oh my god!!! The cars on fire , the car is on fire! I can’t get her out!” And the other girl “trying to come down my mother on another phone” right as she was screaming I hear sirens and see lights and then I hear a bunch of commotion the fire is extinguished (it had just started) and I’m being cut out of the car with the jaws of life.

Riding in the ambulance the EMT kept looking at me with tears in his eyes. “I can’t believe you’re looking at me right now. I thought this was a DOS…. You shouldn’t be here right now.” Then i guess the adrenaline wore off because i started screaming in pain and next thing i know im out like a light. I woke up again in the ER with my mother, my dad, my pastor and a a few church members (some of which worked at the hospital) all around. They cut off my shirt and were about to cut off my shorts when I yelled “don’t you dare these are my favorite shorts” and pulled them off myself “everyone sighed in relief though my doctor was pissed and told me I should move until they xrayed my spine.

They then went on to explain to me what happened. Apparently I fell asleep and drifted off of the right shoulder of the road and hit a large oak tree at 90 miles an hour (this is the part that almost breaks the laws of physics) I hit so hard that still to this day you can find that super thin flimsy metal lining around my window still impaling that tree) I then bounced off of that tree at almost a 90%angel to a cluster of small cypress trees on the left side of the road and then that sent my car flipping back across the road 5times. Those two girls? Yes the one was a mail carrier and the other was her sister. Apparently she was working a night shift and brought her sister along and by the grace of god witnessed the whole thing and was able to give 911 my exact location so they could get to me before my car was completely engulfed in flames. Without them I wouldn’t be here.

The next year was ROUGH my back was thrown all sorts of out of alignment and I had a lot of muscular tearing. So I spend the next year going to Physical therapy 2 times a week. Also my mom and dad blamed dakotah for the accident and forbid me to see him again. I was just happy he wasn’t in the car because the passenger seat was crushed flat.

I’m good now… I also left him…. But yep that’s my 90 in a 35 story

-Sammi