Ok, so last May I decided that it was FINALLY time for me to buy a brand spankin' new car. So I did. I went on the ultimate shopping trip and found a very cute, spunky and delightfully shiney new car. It was a light silvery blue with a lot of bells and whistles to help me feel very comfortable with my purchase. I had worked long and hard to be in a position to own such a beauty. Well there were some little issues with the car stereo, and a very minor fender bender (dam the cold and icy road) which tainted my perfect set of wheels. However, I was still extremely proud of my automotive choice. Then one sunny clear morning in February, my car encountered a life changing event.
As I cautiously drove to work, I noticed a fuel contious citizen waiting to cross the road. So I braked and stopped behind a little red Nissan whose driver also respects the walkers of the world. With a well developed habit, I glanced in my rear-view mirror to ensure the driver behind me was also aware of the change of pace, a.k.a. a complete stop. To my utter shock and horror the rather large Dakota was not slowing down. I all too quickly realized that the truck was not going to stop at all. I braced for the impact and it happened very quickly and very slowly all at the same time. The horrible noise of crunching twisting metal, the quick shattering of glass and the slow motion flopping around on a fully reclined seat. Then the movement stopped, and all I could focus on was a strange whooshing sound that i just couldn't figure out. After wiggling toes and fingers to make sure all those parts were working properly I realized that my leg was throbbing with pain and that nothing else felt funny. As I looked around to assess the cars internal damage, I solved the ystery of the whooshing noise. The rear window was shattered and there was glass everywhere including on my lap. Wild, I know! So I sat for but a moment contemplating what I should do. So I called Brent, who didn't answer but i forgot to hang up the phone so he got a very disturbing voice message of my mumbling and wimpering. A disturbing message so early in the am. He called me right back, I told him the sad news and he ran out the door to come save the D.I.D.. I then realized I should probably assess the external damages. The lady in front of me was already out of her car - as the initial impact has pushed me into her little red nissan. The distracted truck driver was also out of his slightly damaged truck. As I had a look at where my trunk and bumper once were I came to the stark realization that my car was cursed.
Police came, we wrote reports, I called work and gave some sketchy lesson plans for the day and then we went home.
As it all turns out I missed a couple days of work, have a pretty messed up back/neck/hip/knee and my car is a complete write-off, all of which kindof suck. However, I am very blessed. My injuries could have been much worse and the insurance process could be taking a long time. All the components and issues are being cleared up quickly and working out in my favor. AND I get to hit the dealerships on another shopping extravaganza finding a not-so-cursed car for my driving pleasure. I'm thinking a Dodge Journey......
