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...In Which Anthony Crashes His Car...
Oct. 17th, 2005 11:00 pmSo I had to drive in the rain. Like a LONG ASS WAY in the rain. Like, Years. From Claremont to Adelanto--up the I-15 like I was heading out to VEGAS!, but not. Closer to Victor Ville. Whichever.
It's been coming down in off and on spurts of sky vomit all day. RAIN! No rain. RAIN! No Rain.
Saw a really bad 6 car pileup on the 15, which made it take forever to get up there.
Ran around, did some shit I needed to do, was annoyed, and tired, and heading home.
Sat in traffic for an hour and a half--fatality on the I-15 southbound in the slow lane.
I was quickly approaching the 210 freeway, and the 10 just a little bit beyond that. HAd avoided several stupid ass drivers, nearly got sideswiped, dodged some guy in my blind spot, managed not to get rear ended a couple of times.
Was in the slow lane, driving slower because it was wet and sorta rainy...had to tap the breaks cuz some guy fishtailed.
I hyrdoplaned.
Lost control, tried to get it back. Spun down the freeway in a sickeningly slow turn, moved across all lanes of traffic, trying to keep the car from rolling, and ended up slamming ping bang into the center divider, facing the wrong way.
Another car spun out, same spot, not three minutes later, while I was sitting in the car waiting for the Fuzz. He spun out and ended up facing the wrong way, about a half lane from my car. *He* was able to turn around, pull over and speed away. My car wouldn't move.
Had a really kind, understanding, if not tired CHP officer, and a funny, good humored charitable tow truck guy. The car is sitting at the office (I was only like 10-15 minutes away from the office, dammit! Less than an hour from home!) with some pretty funky damage--all to the right side of the car. Amazingly enough, the side view mirror is fine.
FRont right corner is banged and broken a bit. The front right wheel is wacked, and my front axel may be bent. I guess I was *sitting* partially on the K-rail, and my back right fender is scratched up to hell, I'm missing a hubcap, and the back rear wheel may be warped/bent axel.
My baby may be down for the count. And only a YEAR left on my payments. One year, and she's mine. DAmn.
I'm lucky as hell to be alive. I'm sore, I'm okay, but I'm lucky, and blessed (God and I had a little quick discussion shortly after the car crash). I'm jittery, and suddenly really tired, and bit depressed. This rather frells with my cash in ways that I just don't want to think about right now. But I'm alright, I didn't hurt anyone else, and it will all be okay.
And God help me, I've got to drive back up to Adelanto tomorrow morning (in Mom's car). I don't know if I can deal with this, but I've got to. Last couple of car accidents I was in, it took me a year to get behind the wheel again. I can't do that. I live in my car. I work an hour away from home. I have clients in Butt F#@K Mesopotamia. I can't go back to being carless.
Man, I feel like the walking dead right now. Shit man, I'm dead. Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead. Great. I wasn't ready to walk the Path of Meifundo yet. "I HAD FOUR MORE YEARS!"
You ever get the sensation that God is messin' with ya? I'm not saying I'm Job or anything, but you know what I mean? Either that or he's trying to give me soap opera fodder...
Jeebus, my life has gotten stupid.
It's been coming down in off and on spurts of sky vomit all day. RAIN! No rain. RAIN! No Rain.
Saw a really bad 6 car pileup on the 15, which made it take forever to get up there.
Ran around, did some shit I needed to do, was annoyed, and tired, and heading home.
Sat in traffic for an hour and a half--fatality on the I-15 southbound in the slow lane.
I was quickly approaching the 210 freeway, and the 10 just a little bit beyond that. HAd avoided several stupid ass drivers, nearly got sideswiped, dodged some guy in my blind spot, managed not to get rear ended a couple of times.
Was in the slow lane, driving slower because it was wet and sorta rainy...had to tap the breaks cuz some guy fishtailed.
I hyrdoplaned.
Lost control, tried to get it back. Spun down the freeway in a sickeningly slow turn, moved across all lanes of traffic, trying to keep the car from rolling, and ended up slamming ping bang into the center divider, facing the wrong way.
Another car spun out, same spot, not three minutes later, while I was sitting in the car waiting for the Fuzz. He spun out and ended up facing the wrong way, about a half lane from my car. *He* was able to turn around, pull over and speed away. My car wouldn't move.
Had a really kind, understanding, if not tired CHP officer, and a funny, good humored charitable tow truck guy. The car is sitting at the office (I was only like 10-15 minutes away from the office, dammit! Less than an hour from home!) with some pretty funky damage--all to the right side of the car. Amazingly enough, the side view mirror is fine.
FRont right corner is banged and broken a bit. The front right wheel is wacked, and my front axel may be bent. I guess I was *sitting* partially on the K-rail, and my back right fender is scratched up to hell, I'm missing a hubcap, and the back rear wheel may be warped/bent axel.
My baby may be down for the count. And only a YEAR left on my payments. One year, and she's mine. DAmn.
I'm lucky as hell to be alive. I'm sore, I'm okay, but I'm lucky, and blessed (God and I had a little quick discussion shortly after the car crash). I'm jittery, and suddenly really tired, and bit depressed. This rather frells with my cash in ways that I just don't want to think about right now. But I'm alright, I didn't hurt anyone else, and it will all be okay.
And God help me, I've got to drive back up to Adelanto tomorrow morning (in Mom's car). I don't know if I can deal with this, but I've got to. Last couple of car accidents I was in, it took me a year to get behind the wheel again. I can't do that. I live in my car. I work an hour away from home. I have clients in Butt F#@K Mesopotamia. I can't go back to being carless.
Man, I feel like the walking dead right now. Shit man, I'm dead. Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead. Great. I wasn't ready to walk the Path of Meifundo yet. "I HAD FOUR MORE YEARS!"
You ever get the sensation that God is messin' with ya? I'm not saying I'm Job or anything, but you know what I mean? Either that or he's trying to give me soap opera fodder...
Jeebus, my life has gotten stupid.
