I almost died
I got into my third car accident today, first if you want to count it for me driving.
It fucking sucked.
What happened was I was driving down Avril Rd. and this dog comes out from his yard so I swerved over to the right.
And when I get back on the road I hit some gravel, start to fish tail and suddenly b4 I could do anything else the car turned completly around and ended up in a ditch. Then the car started to turn over but thank Buddha went back onto it's tires (sort of).
What ended up happening was my whole driver side was covered in mud with rocks stuck in the tires, window and shit like that. I called Will up who was just down the road and he pulled me out. I went back got it cleaned off and the only damage that the car endured was just some cosmetic shit, it stills purrs like a very old kitten. I need to get a new gas door cause that got ripped off, my mirror was smashed (I wonder if that counts for that seven yr. thing), the cover for one of the tail lights is also broken but easy to fix and there are scratches all along the side of it. So my conclusion is...I HATE FUCKING DOGS, at least the dumbass owners who dont understand that there are leash laws in New York State. The only damage I endured is a bad back and I'm still shaky, but hey who wouldn't if they almost flipped their car in a ditch.
So that was my great sick day.
It fucking sucked.
What happened was I was driving down Avril Rd. and this dog comes out from his yard so I swerved over to the right.
And when I get back on the road I hit some gravel, start to fish tail and suddenly b4 I could do anything else the car turned completly around and ended up in a ditch. Then the car started to turn over but thank Buddha went back onto it's tires (sort of).
What ended up happening was my whole driver side was covered in mud with rocks stuck in the tires, window and shit like that. I called Will up who was just down the road and he pulled me out. I went back got it cleaned off and the only damage that the car endured was just some cosmetic shit, it stills purrs like a very old kitten. I need to get a new gas door cause that got ripped off, my mirror was smashed (I wonder if that counts for that seven yr. thing), the cover for one of the tail lights is also broken but easy to fix and there are scratches all along the side of it. So my conclusion is...I HATE FUCKING DOGS, at least the dumbass owners who dont understand that there are leash laws in New York State. The only damage I endured is a bad back and I'm still shaky, but hey who wouldn't if they almost flipped their car in a ditch.
So that was my great sick day.