Goddamn seatbelts.
Yesterday, on the way to Ft Meyers, I passed a semi truck. When I passed him, I found that the reason he was going so slow was that there was a small, white car with govt tags directly in front of him, maintaining the posted speed. The fucker! So, having plenty of room, I passed him, too. A few seconds later I checked my rearview mirror, and saw the little whit car, as expected. However, it was about five feet above the road and upside-down, as was not expected. It rolled and tumbled a few times, and came to rest right-side up off the side of the road, pretty folded. So, I did the only thing I could think of to do. I cussed. Then I turned the truck around, and told the passengers to call 911 and find bandage material, then I cussed some more. They did, we got there, and the guy that was in the car was walking around, looking confused and repeating like a mantra that he didn't have any idea what had made him flip. He would have been pretty funny-looking, if not for the amount of blood coming from his head. The truck driver was telling him to sit down, and I joined in the chant. After a few seconds of this, we got him to sit down, and waited for the ambulance. He was taken away, and seemed to be ok. The end result of this is that I've got a new habit.

Look, this guy was in a car that rolled 3 or 4 times, longways _and_ sideways, and was apparently more embarrassed than hurt. From the looks of the car, there were forces at work that would have dearly loved to turn him into a chunky-style paste. Yeah, I've seen wrecks and haven't worn a seat belt. But seeing in person what a seatbelt can do when you car goes ass-over-teakettle... Well, let's just say that I've decided to start strapping my happy ass in to the seat.