Crazy Car Stunts on the Mass Pike
Okay, so yesterday I had to leave my house for upstate new york around 6 to get to Rochester to pick up heather from the airport. People didn't leave my house until around 3, which was cool because I didn't get to see people much this break for some reason. So I just went around the horn and stayed up all night. I figured it wouldn't be a problem because I had good old concerta to get me through it (ADD medicine that's a stimulant in methamphetamine form, so I should've been awake).
Anyway, so I'm driving along the highway, a little drowsy, then all of a sudden I hit the rumble strip a mile from Exit 8 Palmer. I over-corrected and jerked myself across the road, trying to correct for that I then went the other way, tried to recover again and at this point I'm basically fucked. So my car spins a bit, bounces off the snow around the center guard rail on the right side of the car (think about that for a second) then spins some more and comes to rest facing the right direction. I pull the car over to the side of the road, take a moment to see if anything in me is totally fucked (doesn't appear to be) and then get out of the car. Two popped tires, damage to the bottom of the right side of my car, is what I see.
So I call my mom, she only hears two popped tires and think AAA can get me back on the road. After a long time of running on adrenaline and having no idea what's going on I'm finally sitting in a bickford's in Springfield eating for the first time that day, trying to sort out me going to school (my knee-jerk reaction was regroup at home, but my parents wanted to get me to school). So my dad and I go back into the yard with my car and get the rest of my stuff out and my dad looks at the car. He's thinking broken axel, as well as potentially superficial other damage. So depending on the cost, I may have "totalled" my car without actually damaging too much of the car, just the "right" parts to make it useless.
Basically, I think I'm okay, but my car is fucked. Now I get to get on the phone with insurance people around 9 and explain that they need to assess my car for whether or not it's logical to fix.
And I may be stuck at school forever as all of my plans revolve around me having a car.
And now my left elbow, should, and forearm are hurting intermittently, but that may just be psychosomatic. Who knows?
Anyway, that's what happened, so I don't need to explain it to everybody, it can just spread like Rob Paravonian.
Anyway, so I'm driving along the highway, a little drowsy, then all of a sudden I hit the rumble strip a mile from Exit 8 Palmer. I over-corrected and jerked myself across the road, trying to correct for that I then went the other way, tried to recover again and at this point I'm basically fucked. So my car spins a bit, bounces off the snow around the center guard rail on the right side of the car (think about that for a second) then spins some more and comes to rest facing the right direction. I pull the car over to the side of the road, take a moment to see if anything in me is totally fucked (doesn't appear to be) and then get out of the car. Two popped tires, damage to the bottom of the right side of my car, is what I see.
So I call my mom, she only hears two popped tires and think AAA can get me back on the road. After a long time of running on adrenaline and having no idea what's going on I'm finally sitting in a bickford's in Springfield eating for the first time that day, trying to sort out me going to school (my knee-jerk reaction was regroup at home, but my parents wanted to get me to school). So my dad and I go back into the yard with my car and get the rest of my stuff out and my dad looks at the car. He's thinking broken axel, as well as potentially superficial other damage. So depending on the cost, I may have "totalled" my car without actually damaging too much of the car, just the "right" parts to make it useless.
Basically, I think I'm okay, but my car is fucked. Now I get to get on the phone with insurance people around 9 and explain that they need to assess my car for whether or not it's logical to fix.
And I may be stuck at school forever as all of my plans revolve around me having a car.
And now my left elbow, should, and forearm are hurting intermittently, but that may just be psychosomatic. Who knows?
Anyway, that's what happened, so I don't need to explain it to everybody, it can just spread like Rob Paravonian.