That was my nickname my senior year after I flew my car in the air over a minivan. My passenger back tire got the back corner on the driver's side.

I was running a red light, when a church van pulled out, so I jerked my steering wheel hard to the right, hit a median like it was a ramp, clipped the van, hit another median ramp, came down on my passenger side first, blew out all my tires, and my frame was bent in a V. Somehow I kicked my door open trying to flee because I thought my car would explode.

This was after I hit a soccer player who ran after his ball into the street without looking to see a car coming. He was fine, and only scraped his knee when he fell off my hood.

I was an EMT after that, and my only wrecks since then has been from being rear ended.