My day started normally on Tuesday – the only change in routine was spending the day in a training session at an education center across town rather than at my school…otherwise, Tuesday was meant to be a regular day. Or so I thought.
As I was driving to my session, I had my first ever tire blow out – not bad, I guess, since I’ve been driving over 20 years. However, my blow out happened in dramatic fashion: on the freeway, 65mph-ish, as I was driving through a tunnel-like underpass, with semi trucks surrounding me on three sides (seriously). The sound of my tire was like a gunshot, echoing in the tunnel, ringing in my ears…but the bigger problem was trying to keep control of my car. The fishtailing began almost immediately, and there was little I could do but slowly decelerate, hold on tight to the steering wheel, and hope like hell I could keep it between the lines. There was no shoulder, there was no exit ramp – just me. And the steering wheel. As I saw my car careening towards the cement wall, I felt there was little I could do but hope and pray that I made it to the nearest exit ramp. And I did. After about 5-7 minutes of driving on the rim, sparks catching my eye in the side mirror…and the noise. Oh, friends, the noise…it was an awful screeching. I keep hearing it over and over again in my head. When I finally got off the damn freeway rolled into an empty parking lot to wait for AAA to come and help me with my tire, I started shaking and crying like a ridiculous baby. I know that my tears were really stupid, but I was just scared. And grateful. And afraid to drive. And scared. And all of this before 8:00am.
The only thing flat about me
After a day spent at my training and a quick trip to Discount Tire to replace the destroyed tire (fun fact: the rim was fine, hadn’t been damaged….goodness knows how), I had to go in to work to complete some paperwork. As I was getting ready to pull into the parking lot, a woman did a random u-turn in the middle of the road and plowed straight into the side of me. Twice in one day!!! What are the chances???!!! I had a two hour wait for the police, which gave me a lot of time to think and take stock of some things. It didn’t help matters that the other motorist was a belligerent arsehole who called her husband to come and be with her and join in on the fun of trying to intimidate me. My wait was very long, and by the time the police officer arrived, I was just about ready to lose my mind. The people had tried to blame me for the accident, they had attempted to get me to leave the scene, not file a report or an insurance claim…and they tried to tell me my door could be fixed by pushing the panel out. They were bloody awful. The driver referred to me in a very unkind manner, and her husband wasn’t a whole lot better. It was so frustrating, because there was nothing I could do but sit there and wait, and everybody I know was busy that night and unable to come and sit with me. In the end, the police officer turned out to be very nice, and I was finally able to get out of there, finish my stuff at work, and head home. Not my favorite night.
My bad luck on Tuesday had me thinking about the idea of luck, and here’s the thing – I don’t know quite what to think about it. I don’t really believe in being lucky, as I usually ascribe to the school of thought that we make our own luck, but perhaps I only feel that way because I am one of the unluckiest SOBs that ever lived. Maybe if I led a charmed life, made my way through the world with rainbows and butterflies shooting out my keister I’d feel differently, but….no luck for me.
Here are some pictures of my adventurous car day:
It appears that my car will likely be written off by the insurance company, so I will need to either continue driving it in the smashed up state that it is, or get a new vehicle. I would love love LOVE a new car, but I wasn’t planning on spending money on that now, so I’m not prepared for it. Also, I’m not sure what kind of vehicle I want, so….tough decision. The other thing is that I have way too much on my plate now to have time to devote to car research, so I’m not really sure what I’m going to do. Winning a lotto would help considerably!! Either that, or someone sweeping in on a white horse to take care of everything for me so that I can focus on my work and the things I need to do. I’ve never been a girl who needs to be taken care of – and I’m still not, but having someone help me with things would be pretty damn awesome!
At the end of my craptastic Tuesday, I was recounting my day of woe to one of my girlfriends, and her response was that my Dad was working overtime on guardian angel duties that day – at the time, I giggled at her statement, but the more I consider it, the more I think she was right. By all accounts, I should have bit the biscuit once on Tuesday, and been badly hurt the second time – and yet, here I sit, without a scratch on me. Amazing, don’t you think?