I was driving up Pacific Coast Highway near Big Sur when my car lost traction, I spun around then fell over the cliff. I was so relaxed about the whole thing, my brain split into two parts. One was hyper-aware of all the physical details, like I’m upside down, I’m spinning, the car just hit on the left side, etc… The other part was just pontificating, like…hmmm, this is interesting, I am going to be dead in a second, so, this is going to be how it happens. Am I dead yet? I always wondered how I would die, interesting, this is the end of the story.

Luckily, I survived with no damage to my body, except that I bit my tongue and it was bleeding a bit. I like to think that biting my tongue saved me from shattering my teeth, so it’s all good. The people who rescued me were freaking out, they were afraid I was really upset, but I said, you know what, I feel great. I think I should be dead, but I’m not, so that’s a great day!

I really felt peaceful and I’m not afraid of death anymore really. So, although I am not willing to help anyone else accomplish this goal, for me it was a good experience. If it wasn’t for the very high level of risk inherent to the activity, I would recommend everyone drive off a cliff sometime :)