The thing about living in a city like Orlando is
you have to almost always be defensive. However, you can't always protect yourself. For instance...
My car hasn't been working right, I took it in twice to a shop in Sarasota so I wanted to take it back there so I wouldn't be charged again for the same work somewhere else. So I get up at 7am. Went to class. Got in my hardly-working vehicle, and on the 408, an extreeeemely busy highway in Orlando, traffic all of the sudden SLAMMED to a stop. The car in front of me swerved right, I swerved left ALMOST into the next lane, looked in my rearview mirror and saw the girl behind me in a huge Buick NOT stopping. She slammed into me, pushing me into the next lane. I stepped on the gas and got back into my lane and immediately started crying because my car hardly drove while stopped or in a slower MPH. She hit me going at least 35. The frame of her parent's Buick was bent in, her driver side door not opening. Her headlights were smashed into my bumper, which was slightly tilted. The freakin Hyundai took a beating and survived...very well. So an hour later the driver of the Buick, a young girl attending Valencia Community College near UCF, was given a ticket and I was on my way back to I-4...sore and crying.
I never used to be "Friday the 13th" Superstitious.
My car hasn't been working right, I took it in twice to a shop in Sarasota so I wanted to take it back there so I wouldn't be charged again for the same work somewhere else. So I get up at 7am. Went to class. Got in my hardly-working vehicle, and on the 408, an extreeeemely busy highway in Orlando, traffic all of the sudden SLAMMED to a stop. The car in front of me swerved right, I swerved left ALMOST into the next lane, looked in my rearview mirror and saw the girl behind me in a huge Buick NOT stopping. She slammed into me, pushing me into the next lane. I stepped on the gas and got back into my lane and immediately started crying because my car hardly drove while stopped or in a slower MPH. She hit me going at least 35. The frame of her parent's Buick was bent in, her driver side door not opening. Her headlights were smashed into my bumper, which was slightly tilted. The freakin Hyundai took a beating and survived...very well. So an hour later the driver of the Buick, a young girl attending Valencia Community College near UCF, was given a ticket and I was on my way back to I-4...sore and crying.
I never used to be "Friday the 13th" Superstitious.