I have had my fair share of experiences, but who thought today a hit and run was going to be one of them?!
Normally when I wake up I do not expect anything exciting to happen as per usual. That is why I have this blog to just speak about my experience and to tell my stories. I just never thought a hit and run would be the highlight on such a beautiful day. The crazy thing is how fast these things happen, one minute you are keeping your eyes on the road trying to be safe and then bam one wrong move on the other persons part and you and your car and your life are spinning out of control. I did not feel like I was going to die, I just kind of felt like "Why out of all the other cars around me did I have to be the unlucky one" thats usually the first thing, the second thing is most definitely "Oh my dear fucking god, am I going to die today? If so why now"?
First, let me walk you through what exactly happened just so you, as the audience, have a better understanding. I was coming down a one way street, you know those annoying streets that demand everyone to migrate in the same direction and me being the safe person and, the poor driver everyone out there makes me out to be, I made sure to stay in the middle lane. However a Large White Dodge Durango made sure to stop me in my tracks, causing me to smash my car into someone else's fender. I kind of felt sorry because I cost someone else money that had nothing to do with it. Then again the accident was not exactly my fault either.
The next best part of this narrative was that the lady decided she was going to have some common courtesy and tell a few witnesses that it was in fact her fault because she ran the stop sign, as comforting as that was, it still was not comforting when she decided to take off and leave before the cops got there. I will give her that though, she was definitely a rebel with no cause and what I mean by that is, what is the point of admitting that you caused the problem if initially you were going to run from it in the first place? When I say ran I literally meant ran, the police found her car but not her. Guess who is left holding the bag with a destroyed car that I lost any way of paying for? Of course I think I was more sad for her and my car than I was for me. I just wanted to know why she decided she should not just check up on me? Maybe it is a lot deeper than that and something was wrong. Last I remember, fear does make us do some crazy things.
I think the worst part of it was when the tow truck showed up. They wanted to take my poor little Dawson off to some impound yard, where I would not be able to drive him home, because two of my tires were popped on the driver side. So as I was running out of money, I coughed up the $190 it took them to wheel him home from that point on, I was on a mission to get my baby all fixed up because after everything he has been through, he actually deserved it. I was on a mission to get him tires and to take him to the body shop. Keep in mind I was panicking over money as well. Foreign cars are an expensive investment, especially when it comes to getting them fixed. That in and of itself was definitely no walk in the park. Hot damn, getting tires was a headache as well.
There was a lot of hard work put into my Prius. A LOT! Even getting him jacked up to get tires off was difficult. He was too low to the ground to get his tires off, that already made me feel defeated because it was like I was not going to win that day. With a little help and a little perseverance we got him up sitting on blocks and it was up to me to find tires, because the last time I had to get him tires, I swear, it was like the biggest waste of time on the planet. It was so bad, I was almost convinced that they did not make tires for my car anymore, and that I would never drive him again. All the time came to pass and everything is good now. I went to two different shops but I got rims and tires. I finally felt like I was getting somewhere. After getting home and putting the tires on him it was time to reel my boy off to the body shop, and boy was that scary.
His alignment was out of whack and he was falling apart little by little, and when I went faster than 35mph he started to shake and swerve into the next lane, but I got him there without killing myself, or anyone else for that matter, and when I got there I met the nicest auto body shop salesmen. His name was James and he gave me a really good deal, a deal I could not believe was real at the time so with a loan and an unestablished payment plan I followed through and paid my deposit and will see my car in 3 weeks and he is going to look as good as he did when I first got the keys.
I guess the lesson from all of this is that as horrible as things get, there is indeed a silver lining and we have to take things as they come and that is exactly what I am doing: taking things as they come, and not letting any of it get me down. I am, indeed, really proud of myself. Now, if only I can get a hold of things in life, like the way I have a hold on my car. All in all it is just another day.
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