yeah.
i was a couple inches (maybe feet) from being smashed by a drunk driver as he slammed into the median of an expressway
--buddies and I were sitting against the concrete barrier after the dude driving our car (leaving concert late at night, dumbass driver, go figure), slammed his camaro into the back of a pickup that had broken down in the left lane of the highway. It was at the end of a curve, so a blind spot. Luckily, the pickup driver got out of the way before our car hit him (he was trying to push his truck into the center median).
3 of us were just icing out sitting on that barrier, as emergency crews were arriving. i start thinking, "damn we're still at the end of this curve....this might be a bad spot to be sitting."
Sure enough, a few seconds later, some sedan comes careening towards us. I pull my legs in--might have lost them had I not--and he smashes into the wall just beyond the 3rd person sitting on the wall. That friend freaks out, of course, and tries to hurdle the wall and run across the other side of oncoming traffic. We have to wrestle him down.
the driver of the sedan was found an hour or so later running through the woods, with a bloody forehead. He fled the car after the crash, blood on his steering wheel.