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Ummmmmm, yeah, soooo......I crashed my car. Although that sounds really bad, it really isn't all that bad actually. The frontal airbag didn't even go off. Anyways, yesterday I was driving along La-Dee-Da, and I see my right coming up. Now, this right is one of those merges, no a go all the way to the light and wait. So I apply brakage, and scoot over. The next Five seconds happened thusly: I notice I'm not slowing even though brakage is being applied, and I feel the normal resistance. Second, the car isn't turning right, even though it should. I look at my speedometer, and it reads about 50mph. Then I ram into the curb. Five seconds over. I sit there, and put the car in park, turn it off, sit for a few more seconds. Then I get out. I take a peek at the road behind me. No skid marks, nothing I could have hit, no cars at all behind me, or even approaching. On the other side of the little median thingiemajigger, a nice guy in a Verizon Fios van pulls over an asks if I'm alright. I smile, and say I'm okay, and to my observation, the car is too. So we climb in our respected vehicles.
In a perfect world, that would have been it............not a perfect world yesterday.
I turn the car on, and it sounds good, the oil light isn't on, everything seems hunky-dory. Then I put it in reverse. I heard this sound, and to my naive mechanic's ears, it sounds like really fast gears that are slightly off and clunking against each other rather than smoothly clicking as they should. I think, okay......that can't be good, but maybe it's not that bad........Then I try to back up. Straight lines are a challenge now. The car wants to drag and drift. I remember what my parent's said and how my dad described a flat tire, so I jump to that conclusion. I stay to the right, and go down a little service road and park half in the grass on the shoulder.
The left front tire, the driver's tire, hit the cub, so I checked that one out. the hubcap is cracked, but it had been before the crash anyway, and the metal rim on the tire is dinged. It's not, you know, all bent out of shape, just a leetle ding. The tire doesn't appear to be flat, but I figure the rim could have something to do with the car acting weird.
Now, to my knowledge, the first mistake I made was what I did next. I called my mom. While that may not sound bad, especially to my friends, I would like to point out that my mother tends to overreact to things.........and I tend to not explain things thoroughly.........and this leads to a lot of misscommunication. It got across that I had a blow-out, and she started yelling at me like this whole thing is my fault. I'm actually used to this so I kinda shove it to the back of my mind to listen to later. I respond nicely and hang up. At this point, I actually start laughing at how funny this seems to me, which is how I deal with stressful situations, I make a joke out of it. I then attempt to flag down a guy to help me. A few helpless female drivers later, I manage to get..................the Verizon guy.
Tire is changed with the donut in the trunk. Yay! ......Except the donut is flat. I drive it maybe a quarter mile to the Exxon, and fill it with air. Then I drive it to a bank, and park it. Now, normally, this would be a bad thing, right? But there's an expo going on and other people are taking advantage, and I really didn't want to go over the speed bumps, especially since the car is still making weird noises and drifting. I hop out, and take a look at the donut. It's flat again.
I put it out of my mind and go enjoy the expo and my place in it's puppet show. Mom comes with the two younger bros, and we take a look. She starts railing at me about how the tire in the trunks isn't flat or blown out and what the hell did I hit and yadda-yadda-yadda. I climb into the passenger side of her ******** brand-spanking new Saturn hybrid view and she drives the little 2002 Saturn sedan around the bank. She rolls down the window, and tells me to drive her view as we go to good-year because she doesn't want me to drive the car. I think, okay.......
$91 for a diagnostic, and they'll call her on Monday.
That being said. My right leg is in a boot because my ankle is ******** up, and i have mastered driving with my left foot. Awesome, right? Didn't affect anything for about a month, as I drove in this manner, so it can't be that. I had music on, but it hadn't been that loud, and I had been paying very close attention. No other vehicles involved, no pedestrians, two-legged or four-legged, and I lived through it with only minor whiplash. All-in-all, it could have been worse.....
mom says at best that there's something wrong with the power stearing, at worst the car's axle is hurt and the car will be scrapped. My step dad's reaction was this: The car will go in next week, oh, it's already in? then see if she can borrow money from her dad, what, you won't ask him? well then why couldn't she have crashed next week when we will have money for it?
He wouldn't have said this to my face, mind you, my mom showed me the series of texts she had of their conversation.
Wonderful weather today, though.
UPDATE!
Got the call today, gonna take $3,000 + to fix car, they can't find anything wrong with the steering or brakes that was there before the crash, and the parentals now believe that for some reason I crashed on purpose, and they feel as if I can't drive or do anything correctly and one of them even commented, "I'm sorry that you have to be responsible for once."
Needless to say, I started to cry hysterically and called my friends and loaded it on them and one finally cheered me up.
UPDATE 2!!!
Dumbass step dad took collision off the insurance so the crash isn't covered.....so $3,200 is all ours to pay. Then my mom did some sweet talking to the Goodyear guys and brought it down to $2,000. Still a lot of money, but this is a little more withing our reach.....
 SaigaDaichi · Sun Nov 09, 2008 @ 07:23pm · 0 Comments |
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