2...both kinda my fault, but that was over 10 years ago when i first started driving. I promise I am better now.

Today? Or total? (none and three)

3 when I was not driving, not my drives fault either. One last year when a Delivery van sideswiped me on the Motorway trying to cut across lanes. A couple of close scrapes nothing very serious bruises in some and a broken hand was the worst injury.

Just one. and it was when I was a teenager but not driving. The brakes stopped working down a mountain pass with my mom driving.

I have only been in 1. It was my dumbass fault. I had just got the car of my dreams. It was an 88' Mustang 5.0, I wanted it for sooo long. My dad finally bought me one. I was 18 years old and on my way home from a get together with a bunch of friends. My neighbor just got a new car, his was also a Mustang 5.0 but was a 1990 and an automatic. We joked that one day we were going to race. Well we got the chance to do it that night. Bad idea. We lived in the country with backcountry curvy roads. I came up a hill and then started to come down and lost control, 120mph and that was after we started to slow down a little bit. Well I lost control and flipped 3 times landed on my roof on the opposite side of an oak tree. Somehow I didn't slam into the tree, if I did I would be dead. It was like the tree was moved and then placed back where it was after I was there. My dad gave me a picture the day I got my license and told me to always have it with me no matter where I go. Everytime I have gotten a new car, that is the first thing to be transferred. When my dad got to the wreck he said he saw my car and almost threw up because he didn't see me at first and thought I was in the car dead because of the way it landed and where it landed. The first thing he asked was if I was ok and if I had the picture. I crawled in the back of it and got the picture out and he starte crying. The trooper asked where the driver was, and I was standing right in front of him, he didn't know I was the driver he thought someone was still in it. He told my parents that he should be showing up at their doorstep telling them their daughter was dead and they had to come identify my body. I was terrified. The worst night of my life. Sitting here typing this is making me remember EVERYTHING. That night when I got home my dad and I just sat there on the couch and he held me all night long and we both just cried. My dad still feels guilty for that, because he said it was like him giving me the gun to kill myself and it's his fault that he started me racing when I was 5 yrs old, because all I have ever known my whole life is racing, going fast. It's not his fault at all, it's mine for being a dumbass wanting to race.