Boom
So I was in a car accident today.
I had a green light when a lady who was driving like she was the second coming of Dale Earnheart whipped out from ahead and to my right and smashed into the front passanger corner of my car damaging the headlight, bumper, and passenger fender (and the acrylic cage I made for my cd player broke).
Where I was hit and her angle showed me even if I hadn't went two feet into the intersection when I locked up my breaks she still would have hit me. Neither of our airbags deployed, but that Toyota she was driving looked god awful the way the front pretty much folded into itself. I still got cited for it. I'm going to pick up the police report tomorrow and try to decide if it'll be worth fighting the ticket or not ($116 plus court costs anywhere from $40 to $120). The officers even ADMITED the only reason I got cited was because city law states SOMEONE has to in an accident.
When it happened, not much of my life flashed before my eyes, just a few brief memmories. One was holding Keegan when he was a newborn and being scared to death I was going to break him. The rest were a few little things ranging through all the different dogs my family has raised through the years. I guess just the first one was worth mentioning, but it's a journal so I'll toss it in for the sake of being long winded.
The whole thing depresses me. This is the first car I've owned in my 30 years here that I liked and was fully paid for. I've spent a lot of wrench time on it, it was just so relaxing to fix things on it myself. Two weeks back I pretty much overhauled the emissions system and it's been running better than ever.
My sister tried to cheer me up and waxed my eyebrows, god bless her. Maybe there is a little bit of a metrosexual under these jeans and teeshirt waiting to come out, then again, probably not.
On the bright side, I think I can fix it myself. It shouldn't be too hard. Hell, I might even be able to save and repaint the bumper and fender myself.
I had a green light when a lady who was driving like she was the second coming of Dale Earnheart whipped out from ahead and to my right and smashed into the front passanger corner of my car damaging the headlight, bumper, and passenger fender (and the acrylic cage I made for my cd player broke).
Where I was hit and her angle showed me even if I hadn't went two feet into the intersection when I locked up my breaks she still would have hit me. Neither of our airbags deployed, but that Toyota she was driving looked god awful the way the front pretty much folded into itself. I still got cited for it. I'm going to pick up the police report tomorrow and try to decide if it'll be worth fighting the ticket or not ($116 plus court costs anywhere from $40 to $120). The officers even ADMITED the only reason I got cited was because city law states SOMEONE has to in an accident.
When it happened, not much of my life flashed before my eyes, just a few brief memmories. One was holding Keegan when he was a newborn and being scared to death I was going to break him. The rest were a few little things ranging through all the different dogs my family has raised through the years. I guess just the first one was worth mentioning, but it's a journal so I'll toss it in for the sake of being long winded.
The whole thing depresses me. This is the first car I've owned in my 30 years here that I liked and was fully paid for. I've spent a lot of wrench time on it, it was just so relaxing to fix things on it myself. Two weeks back I pretty much overhauled the emissions system and it's been running better than ever.
My sister tried to cheer me up and waxed my eyebrows, god bless her. Maybe there is a little bit of a metrosexual under these jeans and teeshirt waiting to come out, then again, probably not.
On the bright side, I think I can fix it myself. It shouldn't be too hard. Hell, I might even be able to save and repaint the bumper and fender myself.