All About G

So this morning, on my way to class, I wrecked Dad’s car.

Okay… so I didn’t wreck it, because it isn’t totaled. I just smashed the driver’s side headlights, dented the hood, and fucked up the grill.

You’re all probably wondering why. Well, why do you think I’m blogging about this?

Anyway, this is the scenario: me and my little sister, Kimmie, were heading to Binghamton to my class, because she was shadowing me today. I was driving, OBVIOUSLY, and I was going down I88 west at about 75mph.

Here’s what happened. You all know that bend in the road RIGHT BEFORE the reduced speed area in Port Crane? Well, that’s how far I got. Anyways, there’s a bridge, so the ground RIGHT BEFORE is is actually a steep hill-thingy. So, up from it, out of nowhere, pops a young buck. And, no, he didn’t stop there. He glanced at us, and took off across the highway RIGHT in front of me, and stopped, RIGHT in front of me. I had time to shriek and slam on the brakes, because I did it as soon as I saw him come up over the ledge and take off, but I knew there was no way I was going to be able to avoid him.

I at least managed to get it down to 30mph when I actually hit him, so the damage wasn’t nearly as bad as it would have been if I hadn’t slowed down from 75 (if I was going that fast, I prolly wouldn’t be here writing about it—I’d be in the hospital). Another thing was that the brakes, because Dad doesn’t seem to know how to use them without practically slamming down on them and wearing them down faster, were just worn enough so that no, I wasn’t screeching to a halt like I had wanted to, but they weren’t so worn that the car “leaned forward” because if that happened, I would have added “smashed front and back windshields,” and possibly “smashed engine” to the list. I hit its gut with my headlight so it went flying backwards and landed in the left lane.

Immediately after that, I screamed several choice curses and pull over and called Mom. Holy cow, I was shaking from head to foot. God, I hope that never happens again. Anyways, I did end up going to class.

Want to know something sad? It seemed like Dad cared more about the condition of the car than me. He never asked if I was okay, just saying later on that I was “damn lucky I hit the deer where I hit him.” Gee, thanks a lot.

Thanks to Mom, because at least she was concerned about me.

:sigh: Anyway, It’s 6pm now, and I have volleyball tonight. So I’m going to head over there to try and take my mind off of this. I’ll post more next time something else happens.

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