I did something like that back in '83 where Kampong Java & Thompson road split. That's what happens when you spend most of you life driving on the other side of the road. My wife would always tell me to keep left to go out Thompson Road to go home, but that night she was in KK hospital after having given birth to my firstborn. After getting back from Medan after the birth, and sitting with her for a day, she told me to go out and celebrate with the guys (meaning Peyton Place where she sang - was a country western joint back in those days) I did, and in the early hours of the morning was heading out and forgot to bear left. Remembered at the last minute but wasn't quick enough. Or, should I just say I was sh*tfaced! Didn't make it and straddled the divider curbing perfectly. Unfortunately, unlike the picture you have posted, the curb was higher than front of my chassis of me old Cortina estate wagon. I shorted it wheelbase by almost 18 inches!
Worse part was, I wasn't hurt, but bloody well inebriated, early on a Sunday morning (around 3:30~4:00am. I sat on the bonnet for 1.5 hours in the middle of a five way intersection waiting for a patrolman. None appeared. So, I walked the two blocks to KK hospital, called the police, chewed on the dispatcher a bit and she then asked me where I was calling from. I told her KK hospital. "Oh! Are you hurt?" "No", says I, "If I had been hurt I would have bled to death waiting for a patrolman to pass by after leaving they finally decided to leave the kopitiam. Additionally, now that I've had to walk two blocks to find a phone, by the time I get back there will probably be several patrolmen there and I'll get arrested for leaving the scene of an accident!"
Needless to say, when I got back, there were already two policemen there, but boy were they nice! (Even in my state - but for two hours I'd been chewing the sh*t out of King Edward Cigars (still had about a quarter of a box left after the celebrations). They didn't question me or anything. In fact, when they were ready to go off shift, we were still waiting for a wrecker. They were replaced by two more who waited till the wrecker was sorted and even gave me a ride all the way out to Seletar Camp where I lived. Boy did somebody drop the ball that morning. No charges were ever pressed or tickets issued.
