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Initially, we tumble front end over back end. But then, its
weight having quickly shifted, the Defender enters into a side over side roll,
the non-seat-belted bodies in the 4X4 slapping and punching the metal walls and
roof of the vehicle like rag dolls. I’m strapped securely against the seatback
with my duct tape restraint—protected against the violent collision of vehicle
against rock and hard ground. But that doesn’t mean my skull won’t be crushed
like an egg should we land on the roof. The crunch of metal is only outweighed
by the screams and groans and cries. Blood spatters as we roll and so does the
spit and vomit.
Then, just like that, we stop
falling.
We’re right side up, having landed
on all four wheels, the roof smashed in so severely I can’t lift my head all
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