When it rains it pours, especially in HI
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|Sun, 04-13-2003 - 12:28pm|
On Friday afternoon, I was in a major car crash with two other cars and a couple of steel guard rails. The police on the scene said that they seriously doubt that the damage done to my two year old minivan is fixable. It will take at least a week for the insurance to make a decision and move on it. Even if they can repair it, the insurance company says it may be seized for evidence in a lawsuit against the carmaker. There was a seat back failure that caused me no small amount of pain during the initial contact and the failure of both airbags to deploy despite my taking two head-ons into guardrails at high enough rates of speed to warrant it. If I see one more report on air bags going off for parking dings I'm gonna go postal, I really needed mine and they were nowhere to be seen!
I'm ok. Bruised, battered and thankful to be alive, interspersed with very angry at the man who hit me and the fact that I'm scared to even walk past a car, much less get into one. It was ugly and I have the bruises to show for it. Thankfully, I was alone at the time so nobody else in the house was hurt. The driver of the third car was fine, it could have been much worse between our two cars and I'm thankful he was ok. The guy who hit me first was however pulled from his car by an ambulance and rushed off before the police even arrived. Speculation among witnesses is that he may have been drinking (unlear if the slurred words were due to a head injury or prior condition, and he kept refusing to go to the hospital when the EMT's were extracting him as though he was hiding something) and he was most definately speeding. He rear-ended me in the breakdown lane, it doesn't bode well for him even if he was sober. I'm just hoping that he is ok though. Cars can be replaced, people's health and well being can't.
Anyway, I've been meaning to get started re-doing the downstairs den now that we are buying the place. I wanted to get rid of the ratty futon and set up the television and workout tapes and weights down there and make it into a home gym. Looks like now's the time, huh? Just as soon as I stop feeling so banged up.