So there we were, on our way home from an outing. We were stopped in a line of traffic when we heard a terrific crash and felt the impact as the car behind crashed into us. The girls were frightened but apparently unharmed, although I would love to get a recording of my 911 call to document their uninterrupted screaming for about five minutes until I could get off the phone and rescue them from their carseats.
I am grateful that:
- We always buckle them in and fasten their straps securely.
- We didn't hit anyone in front of us.
I am disappointed that:
- We are now going through this whole insurance hassle again. (We just settled from the last accident a few months ago.)
- Yet another car bites the dust.
Let's catalog the history of my cars and their mostly sad demises:
- Car #1 AKA The Motorcar: Hit by a deer, smashed in from the front, totaled.
- Car #2 AKA Fledge: Given away within two years, lucky for it.
- Car #3 AKA Black Rider: Rear-ended in an accident, smashed in from behind, totaled.
- Car #4 AKA Black Magic: Rear-ended in an accident, smashed in from behind, most likely totaled. (Still waiting for the appraiser.)
That's three out of four, a rather dismal track record. No car is going to want to come work for me now, despite my being SUCH a careful driver and NEVER having gotten a ticket.
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I think you should stay away from black cars. ;)
I think you should stop naming your cars.
But VERY glad you're all safe and sound.
Update on Fledge, which was given to us:
Took it in to the garage to have it inspected and an oil change, because it was low on oil. Apparently, the garage didn't do the oil change, because the very next morning the engine seized up and started smoking, having thrown a rod through the crankcase.
I think your cars are jinxed, Rose :)
--DJ
That IS distressing. Glad everyone was OK.
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