Annual Accident
Yep, it’s that time of year again. Something terrible hasn’t happened to my vehicle in quite some time. For those who have no idea what I’m talking about (which is most people, other than my very long time readers… all two of them lol), each year something bad happens to my car.
I won’t include accidents before I went overseas, but since I got back, my first accident was from some stupid bitch who didn’t give way and came flying around a corner in a car park and collided with me head on. My second accident was almost an exact year later when the traffic stopped suddenly and the bloke behind me wasn’t paying attention and slammed into the back of me, making my car a write-off. Then just after I got my new car some dickheads at a party kicked in a few of my panels because they didn’t like me for some reason (I didn’t even know them). Then just last year my car got broken into, and an attempt to steal my car, they tried to rip the steering lock, but the steering wheel came off instead. So when I rang my boss to say I’d be late for work… if I made it at all, he was a little annoyed, and didn’t believe me at first - “How can your steering wheel be missing?”
Last Thursday I woke up with a screaming hangover after a rather big night out at Flashdance, our local Retro party on Wednesday nights.I had a blast of a night, but had to be at uni by 9am for a practical. Well, considering the state of my head, it just wasn’t practical. So I figured I could attend the practical through Second Life. Yes, with that particular course we are able to attend courses through Second Life. It’s REALLY handy on days like the one I was having. However, I must have logged in too early, because I couldn’t find anyone else from the class online. I ended up sucking it in, and decided I would head in to uni, so at least I could have lunch with a good friend of mine afterwards.
Bad idea.
I drank some water, grabbed my stuff and climbed into my car. Took the usual route to uni, past Maccas and the Holden Hill Police HQ. I was taking it pretty easy, driving very relaxed with Jack Johnson playing on the stereo, keeping my sore head at bay.
As I crossed the major intersection with Maccas and the Police HQ, the lights turned amber. No big deal, I was already over the line, I notice that in the left lane that a bus has stopped to pick up/drop off passengers, and a seemingly impatient Statesman (car) was behind it with the indicator to turn right to get around it. There was a bit of space between myself and the car ahead of me, but really not quite enough for a normal car to accelerate into safely. I watched the car for moment half expecting it to pull out in front of me, as I approached and got closer, it was impossible for the car to get in front of me, so I directed my attention to the cars in front of me.
Just as I was pulling alongside the Statesman traveling at just under 50km/h (30mph), I saw it move forward!! What!?! I hit the brakes and swerve to the right, but only had limited space because there were vehicles in that lane.
CRUNCH!! CRUNCH! SCREECH! CRUNCH!
The lady in the Statesman hadn’t properly checked her blind spot, didn’t see me and pulled out. Only to see me too late, and then swerve back in. Of course, she had accelerated pretty hard, and she had to stop again VERY quickly. The bus was still there, and provided a good stopping block for her car.
The young uni chick in her little Holden Barina to my right panicked as she saw me swerve towards her lane and had slammed on the brakes. It was quite a late model Barina, and it stopped very quickly. Too quickly for the lady behind her, as her brakes locked up and she hit the back of the Barina. Fortunately not terribly hard, and all the damage is easily repairable.
A cop who was checking a defective vehicle at the Police HQ saw the whole thing. A great witness to have for insurance! At least we didn’t have to go far to file a report. A cop just drove a car around to alert other drivers of the smashed vehicle taking up the left lane. I only got nervous when he pulled out the breathalyzer to do the mandatory blood alcohol test. Uh-oh… I had had a pretty big night. I was genuinely VERY nervous. The other ladies are joking about drinking a bottle of scotch that morning yada yada… I stood there quietly shitting myself. I was second to blow. The policeman then asked for my drivers license. I am on my full license, so the legal limit in Australia is 0.05.
“Have a big night last night?” The copper asked, and everyone else looked at me. Ah shit! I’m screwed.
“What did I blow?”"You’re under,” and he showed me the breathalyzer. 0.025. Oh thank god!
Next thought through my head - REALLY should’ve stayed in bed this morning…
Only the silly lady who couldn’t wait another 5 seconds for me to pass was left with an undriveable vehicle.
And my car.
I came out a little better off because I didn’t hit the bus. Still, it’s going to be about $2000 to fix it. My insurance company must hate me. Unfortunately for the silly lady, she doesn’t have insurance to be hated by. She’s screwed. I do feel sorry for her… but it’s not my problem. She should’ve waited another 5 seconds, and checked her blind spot. Her toddler kids were in the car for god’s sake.
Hey rhys! sad to hear you got into yet another accident, previously able to see all other accidents you have had it was great you posted a photo- poor little car hhehehehe
Maybs you should buy a scooter? Just thought.
when you heading back overseas? and finishing that Uni jargan?
p.s. cant wait to see your lanky ass at my 21st
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