Anatomy of a Rollover - Part 1

Last Sunday Amanda and I set out for my Grandma's to eat our third Thanksgiving dinner within four days. However the real turkey turned out to be me! Grandma lives about 20 miles away but we only made it one mile...

Half an hour before we left it began to snow but the temperature was still holding at 35 degrees. Heading out of the driveway I stepped on the brakes to do a slipperiness test and yep, it was slick. Turning onto the two-lane state highway I took it slow, going 10-15 mph below the 55 mph speed limit on the unplowed road.

Still too fast, apparently. Barely one mile departed on our trip on a arrow-straight stretch of road, our car (a 2003 Honda Pilot) began to fishtail. Despite my attempts to hold the car steady in hopes of riding out the oscillations, the amplitude of each swing of the rear end progressively increased.

Right, left, right, then a big 180-degree swing to the left had us going down the road backwards! Looking out my driver's side window I saw us approach the edge of the road where a 45-degree, 12-foot downward slope awaited. I called out to Amanda "Hang on, we're gonna roll!" but secretly I hoped that the car, still riding backwards, would merely drive itself diagonally across the embankment.

Strangely - but not surprisingly if you know me - I felt extremely calm during the event. In high-pressure, high-action situations for whatever reason I don't panic. I simply observe and react, as if the world has just slowed down a few ticks and my logical reasoning deploys itself at a lightning-fast subconscious level.

My warning to Amanda was accurate. The left rear dug into the weeds and soft ground and the car began its roll onto the driver's side. Amanda screamed just like she did on our first roller coaster ride together years ago!

My eyes focused out the windshield I watched the sky roll around and felt my head clunk the B-pillar but instantly I knew it was a harmless knock.

The impact was harder when the roof hit the ground but I felt nothing, not even the seatbelt. Later I would realize that the minor bruises on my knees probably happened at this point. I noticed that the windshield shattered but remained intact and in place.

The roll onto the passenger's side was quite mild, and then slowly but somewhat jarringly the car plunked back onto its wheels and the accident was over.

I felt 100% OK and after double-checking for a split-second I concluded that I was unhurt. I looked over to Amanda and asked if she was OK and she muttered "Yeah, I guess" but didn't seem convinced. Then she says "I have blood coming from somewhere!" and I see blood on her right hand. Quickly I check her head and face but seeing nothing, I figure it was a cut finger from the shattered passenger's window. Luckily that's all it was.

Amanda had been on the phone with her mom at the time of the accident so I asked her if she were still connected. Amanda retrieves her phone from the floor and says "No, it hung up" so I urged her "You better call them back!" Even though we called back within a minute or two, her parents later would say that it felt like our callback took days!

For good reason - here's what Amanda's mom heard on her end of the phone:

Amanda: "Hold on a sec, there's a problem on the road..."
[pause]
Andrew: [in the background] "Hang on, we're gonna roll!"
Amanda: [SCREAM]
[call disconnects]

I shut off the engine and we got out - amazingly our doors opened just fine. Already there were four good samaritans checking on us! Two drivers and two neighbors, including the one who's field we ended up in. I assure them we're OK and the drivers began to leave.

Then a woman comes running up to me on the verge of hysteria and doing all she can to not break down sobbing. She explains that she had just passed us in the oncoming direction and then looked into the rearview mirror to see our car flipping over. She was certain we were dead - I guess the roll looked worse than it felt!

Although Amanda did suffer some injuries - mainly a mild concussion, but also some rather impressive bruises from the seatbelt and various other locations. My worst injury was a moderately strained rib cage but Amanda got the brunt of the impact - just the the photos below and it's easy to see why.

The homeowners were super nice and let us sit in their house while we waited and they even gave Amanda a bandaid for her finger. After being put on hold several times by Allstate's roadside assistance (yeah, thanks for the timely help... not) they finally sent out a tow truck. The guy was able to drive my car right up to the wrecker! I was surprised that it could drive at all, especially after getting a closer look at the windshield and seeing the extent of the damage.

My parents, brother and his wife arrived - they, too, were on their way to Grandma's and diverted to us when I called about the crash. They drove Amanda back home while I waited... and waited...

The police took forever to arrive. Not initially - within five minutes of the accident the Ionia county sherriff showed up but we were literally 100 yards short of the county line. Not that he wouldn't have helped if we were hurt, but there was a multiple-injury accident that he was heading to so he called the Lowell city police for us.

About 10-15 minutes later a Lowell officer arrives and guess what, we're just outside the city limits. He explains that he gladly would've handled our accident except that the Michigan state police called him off! Yep, the state troopers had the jurisdiction on this state highway and rather than elect to delegate to Lowell, they insisted on taking our case. The Lowell officer drove off and we waited for the Michigan trooper who was "on his way".

45 minutes later he finally arrives! The tow truck driver had to wait, too - everything was ready to go except for the police. I know it was a busy time with several accidents due to the bizarre weather but Lowell was more than willing to help. I just don't get it.

Anyway the cop sends me off with a "too fast for conditions" ticket because, he explained: "Obviously you lost control, so you were going too fast." Thank you Captain Obvious!

Actually it wasn't nearly so obvious. I was frustrated for the rest of the day trying to figure out exactly why we crashed - after all, I was well below the speed limit, the road was straight, and I wasn't doing anything stupid. After much rumination I think I now have it figured out, but I'll save that for Part 2 of this recap.

As your reward for reading all the way to the end, here are photos I took of the car today as it sits in the wrecker yard waiting for the insurance adjuster to declare its fate.