I am never driving again.
So tonight was probably the scariest night of my life.
I was on my way back from Maegan's house. She lives in the back country of Tennessee where the roads are all windy and of course there are no street lights. I must have driven it a thousand times though. Tonight as I was coming around a corner, my tires (which by the way are completely bald and my parents have been promising new ones for about a year now) lost traction and I spun around on the wet roads into a ditch, just before I would have collided with the guard rail of a bridge. Wow...I was scared to death. I was on the phone with Eric at the time and I know he must have panicked too when he heard screaching tires and then the phone cut out. But I'm so glad he was there and at least knew something had happened. He called me right back and calmed me down. That absolutely terrified me. I never want to drive in my car again until I get new tires. Tires were supposed to be my graduation present last year but I never got them. Then I was supposed to get them before I went to college and never got them. Then they said I'll get them as soon as they can afford to but Mark needs a new car before they can get me new tires. Well...hopefully after this, they'll realize that I cannot be driving around on those things. I'm still shaking just thinking about what could have happened if I had hit the guard rail or ran off the bridge or if another car had been coming. Either me or my car, or both, would be a goner. Well, at least I won't have to drive too much again before we leave for our cruise on Saturday. Maybe the western Caribbean will be enough to make me forget about this...
I was on my way back from Maegan's house. She lives in the back country of Tennessee where the roads are all windy and of course there are no street lights. I must have driven it a thousand times though. Tonight as I was coming around a corner, my tires (which by the way are completely bald and my parents have been promising new ones for about a year now) lost traction and I spun around on the wet roads into a ditch, just before I would have collided with the guard rail of a bridge. Wow...I was scared to death. I was on the phone with Eric at the time and I know he must have panicked too when he heard screaching tires and then the phone cut out. But I'm so glad he was there and at least knew something had happened. He called me right back and calmed me down. That absolutely terrified me. I never want to drive in my car again until I get new tires. Tires were supposed to be my graduation present last year but I never got them. Then I was supposed to get them before I went to college and never got them. Then they said I'll get them as soon as they can afford to but Mark needs a new car before they can get me new tires. Well...hopefully after this, they'll realize that I cannot be driving around on those things. I'm still shaking just thinking about what could have happened if I had hit the guard rail or ran off the bridge or if another car had been coming. Either me or my car, or both, would be a goner. Well, at least I won't have to drive too much again before we leave for our cruise on Saturday. Maybe the western Caribbean will be enough to make me forget about this...