Checked myself over, was pretty much unhurt, clambered out of my car after switching everything off and clawed my way up the steep embankment to the highway to see where the other car ended up. A minute later, he comes cruising back up the highway and after waiting for a couple of trucks, lights it up and screeches around and over towards me, him and his passenger yell a heap of abuse at me and p!ssbolt, leaving me and any kids I might have had in the back seat for dead (I could have had serious internal injuries). Couldn't get his rego number because it was too dirty to make out.
Not to worry though. Fantastic bloke in a nice black Merc CLK Kompressor who saw it all happen in his rear view mirror came back to see if I was alive and what he could do. A champ truckie also pulled over to help in any way he could. After they made sure I was ok and I had people coming to help get my car out, they went on their way.
That's when I got the chance to go back down and check my car over before shifting some of the huge rocks from in front of my car (that I'd gone over already) and relocated them under the side of my car to partially fill that part of the culvert. Checked line of attack, got in and fired her up, clicked my nifty 4WD button and urged the car to claw it's way out. Drove back up the fenceline and back onto the highway near the end of the embankment where it met the cutting. Gave the car another checkover for the road, tested driveline, brakes and steering before building up speed and making sure all was still good as I continued on my way to work...
Well, I did call my car "The Tank" for a reason...
