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So this morning I'm driving to Richmond to spend some quality Christmas time with my mom's side of the family. And as I'm minding my own business down 64 West, cruising around 85 mph, this old Volvo comes flying by me like a bat out of hell. I grab the phone, not thinking much of it, to call my mom and tell her I'm running a few minutes late. As I'm talking to her, the Volvo, now less than a quarter mile ahead of me in the left lane, starts to drift over, off the left side of the road. I've seen people drift before, they hit the rumble strip and suddenly jerk back over. But this guy keeps drifting, until he drifts slam off into the grass and then hits the guard rail that starts up a few feet later. I hit my brakes and watch in dumbfounded awe as this guy lays on his own brakes, throwing up smoke like a bomb exploded, as he ping pongs back and forth across the road between the two guard rails, all the while also whirling around in circles like a spinning top.
He finally stops, facing the wrong way into incoming traffic, and I pull over next to him. I tell my mom I've got to get off the phone so I can call 911 for this guy. I'll be damned if he didn't, upon seeing me approach, throw his car into reverse and take off like nothing happened. I have no idea how his car was still running, much less able to get right back up to the incredible speed he was going originally, and I'm not entirely sure how he wasn't too injured to drive. I kind of just sat in amazement, and then started back on my way to Richmond.
It was definitely a moment I wish I'd had a video camera, because nobody else would believe he just drove off after that accident.
The family time was good, and then I went home. Took a long nap, spent time with Mom & Dad, and came back. After a little practice time at Ewell, I felt bad for myself and the no drinking imposed upon me by Lexapro, so I went to Food Lion and bought honey and cigarettes. (As a quick aside, I didn't get carded. This darker hair must make me look older.) I came back to the apartment, but realized it was too cold to sit on our balcony and smoke. Saddened by the self-imposed no smoking indoors rule, I pondered not partaking of my cigarettes, but decided to be a rebel instead. I locked my door, opened my window, and tried to push all the smoke outside. It did not work. I then tried to compensate with air freshener. Now it smells like smoky vanilla in here. I left the window open and am now praying Jess won't smell it, because she'd likely have a cow. She never lets Scott smoke in here, so I know I definitely can't do it either.
Geez. This smells really bad.
He finally stops, facing the wrong way into incoming traffic, and I pull over next to him. I tell my mom I've got to get off the phone so I can call 911 for this guy. I'll be damned if he didn't, upon seeing me approach, throw his car into reverse and take off like nothing happened. I have no idea how his car was still running, much less able to get right back up to the incredible speed he was going originally, and I'm not entirely sure how he wasn't too injured to drive. I kind of just sat in amazement, and then started back on my way to Richmond.
It was definitely a moment I wish I'd had a video camera, because nobody else would believe he just drove off after that accident.
The family time was good, and then I went home. Took a long nap, spent time with Mom & Dad, and came back. After a little practice time at Ewell, I felt bad for myself and the no drinking imposed upon me by Lexapro, so I went to Food Lion and bought honey and cigarettes. (As a quick aside, I didn't get carded. This darker hair must make me look older.) I came back to the apartment, but realized it was too cold to sit on our balcony and smoke. Saddened by the self-imposed no smoking indoors rule, I pondered not partaking of my cigarettes, but decided to be a rebel instead. I locked my door, opened my window, and tried to push all the smoke outside. It did not work. I then tried to compensate with air freshener. Now it smells like smoky vanilla in here. I left the window open and am now praying Jess won't smell it, because she'd likely have a cow. She never lets Scott smoke in here, so I know I definitely can't do it either.
Geez. This smells really bad.