One thing I learned in the accident: I am stronger than my car! Hahaha, not really. I’m incredibly blessed to have zero injuries from the accident. God protected me. And the other driver too.
PSA- put down the cell phone. Just do it. This whole situation could have been prevented by a teenage girl just putting down the phone. That text, that call, that picture isn’t worth it. It’s not worth the damages and it’s definitely not worth injury.
I cringed as I watched my car skid onto the platform with the wheels cocked to the side and not rolling. |
You might be asking yourself, “What is a Chariot of Doom?” Let me tell you. That is what I named this beautiful piece of American engineering. People kept calling it a station wagon, but I knew this little guy had more in it’s heart and soul then taking kids to and from soccer practice. You might see a station wagon. But I see a verrrrrry small truck. Picture a truck with a topper on the bed. Now shrink that to the size of a car. I hauled stuff to and from school, to and from work sites, long hauls to and from Texas loaded with cargo. You tell me how that isn’t a truck. And why shouldn't it have a name that reflects it's personality?
I sold the car to a scrap yard. Bummer. They don’t pay very well, but my car wasn’t worth much. So I guess all is fair. However, there was a shred of poetic justice in this situation. The scrap yard is an old drive in movie theater. The massive screen still stands as a monument of a bygone era, a place where people drove their vehicles to escape from reality for an evening. Now, it’s a headstone. A headstone that marks the final resting place of these very vehicles.
R.I.P. Chariot of Doom 2001-2011 “Beloved little truck, stuck in a dainty little body” |
so if your car is a truck, is the mini a semi?
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