On my way home from work this evening, it was raining and after I passed someone going up a hill, I lost control as I was merging back into the truck lane. The momentum of merging back over into the slow lane plus the slant of the curve, plus rain just lost traction. I was doing within the speed limit, so it's not like I was driving like a maniac. I went into a deep ditch, the car flipped over on its top and skidded about 15 feet to come to a rest while still upside down. I walked away without a scratch on me, and the guy I passed stopped and called 911 and helped me out of the car. Seeing how the front of the windshield and roof was caved in, the Sherriff's deputy said that I was darn lucky I still had a head as he's seen decapitations in similar wrecks. I explained to him that when I realized what was going to happen, I just relaxed my legs back a bit, held tight to the steering wheel and ducked. I felt the roof of the car gently tap my head even as I ducked. Right now, I'm still quite rattled, and just feel blessed to be alive. I've reported the accident with my insurance agency. Right now, I just have some mental healing I need to deal with. It's pretty messed up, too as I remember the action after I lost control so vividly. I had my eyes open the whole time, reacting to what was going on, not clinching my eyes shut and just hoping nothing bad was going to harm me. Right now, even as I try to relax, I can still see the car flipping, the grass flying at my face, the junk flying around in my car, then stillness. Hopefully I'll be able to take pics of the car soon, but needless to say it looks like a Marine sniper with all the dirt and grass sticking out of it all over the place.