I kind of want to write this out. Please note that this stuff hasn't been very processed yet by the insurance company so I'm keeping some personal details out of it. I did get the heebie jeebies scared out of me!
Ok. I was taking my kid to a museum, but the place was on the other side of a lake, and I needed to take a freeway to cross the lake and get to the city with the museum in it. I was driving on a freeway and needed to exit to get to the freeway that crossed the lake.
The weather was ok, kind of nippy cold, but not frozen at all. Coming from Freeway A, I went down that exit and changed lanes to get onto Freeway B. The onramp to Freeway B was a bit of a hill. As I changed lanes, I think (not sure) hit the gas a bit to go up the hill. Going up, my car started fishtailing, nose to the right, tail to the left. I steered and tried to correct it, but over corrected it and then did a 180* with my nose hitting the left side. And the airbag went off. (I'd never had that happen, I'd only seen the crash dummies get those. It sucks) There was a bit of smoke/fog coming out from under the hood close to me. I was totally perpendicular to the road, I blocked the whole thing. Started calling 911.
2 vehicles started coming up the ramp and realized I was in trouble (duh). One guy asked me if I was ok. I said yeah, and he left. My door was stuck a bit. I had to push it pretty hard to get it open. And at the same time my kid was hollering because he was scared. We were ok though. I kept trying to get the 911 operator to understand where I was, and it didn't work. The 2nd car that was there called them too.
I got out of the car, got Kid out of the car, and the gent from 2nd car came by to help, talk to me a bit. His wife had pulled flares out and was waving them to ward off incoming traffic (thank you lady!)
Although I wasn't hurt and Kiddo didn't seem like it, I still had the fire department come by, just to cover our asses. I told Kiddo we had owies and that Mommy's car had owies. A BIG owie. State trooper showed up and started taking statements, moved my car over.
Kiddo and I got to sit in his car, he checked up on my insurance and crap, and took us back to Kiddo's. What a cool trooper Car got towed to a lot, I got a ticket, and a ride back to Kiddo's place.
As soon as I got back, my ex asked me "Do you want me to drive you to the mall so you and Kiddo can spend more time together?" He didn't like my answer. *snort* "It's just a car, it's just a car"..He didn't like my response to that, either.
The car's nose is smooshed in, both headlights are mashed/torn. Front panels are broken, hood might be damaged, and the trunk (I think) might have a boo-boo. I dunno if the frame is damaged, if it is it's a very small tweak to fix. Overall, we're ok. But I'm so PISSED about my car! My freedom is gone!!!!!
I believe the car will be towed to a shop by tomorrow, and an estimate will be done. Please god let the car be fixable. And of course I have no idea how long it will take. Plus, no rental reimbursement. FFFFFUUUUUUU. It's all bus rides from here on out til car is done.
I know, I know, I'm alive and not hurt that much. I'd already done that check and assessment in my head when we crashed. And I've been thankful for it too. But god damn motherfucking son of a douchebag, My Car Is Broken. I don't think Ex gets how pissed and unhappy I am.
Tomorrow's plan is to go to a walk-in clinic about a mile away and get my neck checked on; there's a crick in there that won't stop.
I just don't need this shit happening! RAWR!
Ok. I was taking my kid to a museum, but the place was on the other side of a lake, and I needed to take a freeway to cross the lake and get to the city with the museum in it. I was driving on a freeway and needed to exit to get to the freeway that crossed the lake.
The weather was ok, kind of nippy cold, but not frozen at all. Coming from Freeway A, I went down that exit and changed lanes to get onto Freeway B. The onramp to Freeway B was a bit of a hill. As I changed lanes, I think (not sure) hit the gas a bit to go up the hill. Going up, my car started fishtailing, nose to the right, tail to the left. I steered and tried to correct it, but over corrected it and then did a 180* with my nose hitting the left side. And the airbag went off. (I'd never had that happen, I'd only seen the crash dummies get those. It sucks) There was a bit of smoke/fog coming out from under the hood close to me. I was totally perpendicular to the road, I blocked the whole thing. Started calling 911.
2 vehicles started coming up the ramp and realized I was in trouble (duh). One guy asked me if I was ok. I said yeah, and he left. My door was stuck a bit. I had to push it pretty hard to get it open. And at the same time my kid was hollering because he was scared. We were ok though. I kept trying to get the 911 operator to understand where I was, and it didn't work. The 2nd car that was there called them too.
I got out of the car, got Kid out of the car, and the gent from 2nd car came by to help, talk to me a bit. His wife had pulled flares out and was waving them to ward off incoming traffic (thank you lady!)
Although I wasn't hurt and Kiddo didn't seem like it, I still had the fire department come by, just to cover our asses. I told Kiddo we had owies and that Mommy's car had owies. A BIG owie. State trooper showed up and started taking statements, moved my car over.
Kiddo and I got to sit in his car, he checked up on my insurance and crap, and took us back to Kiddo's. What a cool trooper Car got towed to a lot, I got a ticket, and a ride back to Kiddo's place.
As soon as I got back, my ex asked me "Do you want me to drive you to the mall so you and Kiddo can spend more time together?" He didn't like my answer. *snort* "It's just a car, it's just a car"..He didn't like my response to that, either.
The car's nose is smooshed in, both headlights are mashed/torn. Front panels are broken, hood might be damaged, and the trunk (I think) might have a boo-boo. I dunno if the frame is damaged, if it is it's a very small tweak to fix. Overall, we're ok. But I'm so PISSED about my car! My freedom is gone!!!!!
I believe the car will be towed to a shop by tomorrow, and an estimate will be done. Please god let the car be fixable. And of course I have no idea how long it will take. Plus, no rental reimbursement. FFFFFUUUUUUU. It's all bus rides from here on out til car is done.
I know, I know, I'm alive and not hurt that much. I'd already done that check and assessment in my head when we crashed. And I've been thankful for it too. But god damn motherfucking son of a douchebag, My Car Is Broken. I don't think Ex gets how pissed and unhappy I am.
Tomorrow's plan is to go to a walk-in clinic about a mile away and get my neck checked on; there's a crick in there that won't stop.
I just don't need this shit happening! RAWR!
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