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My brush with death
Mar. 21st, 2004 01:26 pmSo I was so excited about my new toy yesterday that I completely failed to write about the car accident that Adam and I were involved in on the drive back from my mother's house.
First of all, let me just say that I seem to be developing a pattern (two is a pattern, right?) of being involved in situations where I come within a hair's breadth of death or grievous bodily injury, but somehow manage to walk away unscathed. It happened my senior year of high school, when I got into a rollover accident that should have killed me, and it happened yesterday.
So anyway, Adam was following me to Ann Arbor from my mom's house. Despite huge signs spread over at least five miles or so warning that EB 696 was closed ahead, despite cones blocking the entirety of the EB entrance ramp, halfway up the ramp onto WB 696 the dickless wonder in the truck in front of me apparently decided that, cones or no cones, he was going to go east bound if it killed him and everyone behind him. Actually, maybe he was planning to cut across the median and get back on I-75--regardless, the idiot slammed on his breaks and swerved past the cones and into the closed east bound lane. I hit my brakes, narrowly avoiding rear-ending truckboy... but Adam couldn't stop fast enough to avoid bumping into me, which set off a whole terrible chain reaction involving one totalled and one drivable but heavily damaged car. My car was completely undamaged--Adam really barely hit me at all, and my trusty Saturn's rubber bumpers do wonders on low-speed collisions--and I basically just ended up with a headache from either the adrenaline rush or whacking my head a little on the headrest when Adam bumped me. Adam wasn't hurt at all either, though his back bumper sustained a decent bit of damage. Actually, considering the damage that was done to the other two cars, the injuries were really minimal--one guy got a cut on one side of his face and what will probably turn into a pretty bad black eye, and the other guy strained his shoulder against the seatbelt strap.
Oh, and this is the best part-- the dickless wonder in the pickup truck, the one who was responsible for the entire damn accident... drove away. He got out of his truck and made sure no one was injured, and then when we were all trying to figure out who belonged to which car, the schmuck slunk back to his penismobile and drove off. Luckily, we all noticed in time for Adam to whip out his PDA and take down the guy's license plate number. Leaving the scene of an accident is a felony, I'm pretty sure, and that guy was defintely responsible for the whole stupid situation. He better at least get a big fat ticket out of the deal.
Because my car wasn't damaged and I didn't actually hit anyone, I was basically just a witness, so once the emergency people showed up (it took the ambulance and firetruck about 5 minutes to get there, and the police less than 10, which I thought was pretty impressive) and I'd given my paperwork and repeated my version of events a few times to the very nice but painfully young cop, I mostly just sat around in my car waiting for Adam to be given the ok so we could go.
Man. What a weird semester. Flood, thesis, first fuckbuddy, car accident, new computer, LJ drama, brand new friends I feel like I've known forever, incomplete craziness, plotting steamy liasons, countless emotional trainwrecks... it makes me tired just to think about it.
First of all, let me just say that I seem to be developing a pattern (two is a pattern, right?) of being involved in situations where I come within a hair's breadth of death or grievous bodily injury, but somehow manage to walk away unscathed. It happened my senior year of high school, when I got into a rollover accident that should have killed me, and it happened yesterday.
So anyway, Adam was following me to Ann Arbor from my mom's house. Despite huge signs spread over at least five miles or so warning that EB 696 was closed ahead, despite cones blocking the entirety of the EB entrance ramp, halfway up the ramp onto WB 696 the dickless wonder in the truck in front of me apparently decided that, cones or no cones, he was going to go east bound if it killed him and everyone behind him. Actually, maybe he was planning to cut across the median and get back on I-75--regardless, the idiot slammed on his breaks and swerved past the cones and into the closed east bound lane. I hit my brakes, narrowly avoiding rear-ending truckboy... but Adam couldn't stop fast enough to avoid bumping into me, which set off a whole terrible chain reaction involving one totalled and one drivable but heavily damaged car. My car was completely undamaged--Adam really barely hit me at all, and my trusty Saturn's rubber bumpers do wonders on low-speed collisions--and I basically just ended up with a headache from either the adrenaline rush or whacking my head a little on the headrest when Adam bumped me. Adam wasn't hurt at all either, though his back bumper sustained a decent bit of damage. Actually, considering the damage that was done to the other two cars, the injuries were really minimal--one guy got a cut on one side of his face and what will probably turn into a pretty bad black eye, and the other guy strained his shoulder against the seatbelt strap.
Oh, and this is the best part-- the dickless wonder in the pickup truck, the one who was responsible for the entire damn accident... drove away. He got out of his truck and made sure no one was injured, and then when we were all trying to figure out who belonged to which car, the schmuck slunk back to his penismobile and drove off. Luckily, we all noticed in time for Adam to whip out his PDA and take down the guy's license plate number. Leaving the scene of an accident is a felony, I'm pretty sure, and that guy was defintely responsible for the whole stupid situation. He better at least get a big fat ticket out of the deal.
Because my car wasn't damaged and I didn't actually hit anyone, I was basically just a witness, so once the emergency people showed up (it took the ambulance and firetruck about 5 minutes to get there, and the police less than 10, which I thought was pretty impressive) and I'd given my paperwork and repeated my version of events a few times to the very nice but painfully young cop, I mostly just sat around in my car waiting for Adam to be given the ok so we could go.
Man. What a weird semester. Flood, thesis, first fuckbuddy, car accident, new computer, LJ drama, brand new friends I feel like I've known forever, incomplete craziness, plotting steamy liasons, countless emotional trainwrecks... it makes me tired just to think about it.
