1993. Car was totalled. I was a passenger. Had my "ghetto blaster" on my lap and guy in a van came through the intersection when our light was still amber. He looked at us and slammed on his brakes and we went crashing into the side of the van. I had my seat belt on but my blaster gave me a fat lip. It was the night I left Ontario for here. It was winter already and the roads were icy. The intention was for Blake and I to drive from Ontario to Michigan through the states to WA and then back into British Columbia, Canada but the car was totalled. So he called up his parents just so happened it was his birthday they wired him money for a used second hand car. The "new" one was bigger. Much more comfy trip after that. Blake got some mighty strange looks everytime someone saw my fat lip, lol. Blake didn't sustain any injuries. The driver in the van didn't either he was just shaken up. The car looked like a squashed recycled aluminum can. When I got out of the car and saw what it looked like I was grateful all I got was a cut lip.