Good Morning.
Well, by now you should have heard that I wrecked my car earlier this week. I was flying solo; none of the parties were injured.
Alas, I was the striking party. It's funny, when I had that realization that there was going to be impact, it was perhaps no more than a second. But I felt like I had time to stomp on the brakes and get my hands out of the way of the steering wheel because I felt the airbag might go. (It didn't.)
After sitting there a minute, I was able to get out of the car, and approach the other person (already on her cellphone; maybe she was the entire time.) She was already hot, but the first words out of my mouth were "Are you allright?", and I could see her visibly soften.
She needed a flatbed, but I was able to gently drive nearly 40 miles home. The next day, I made an abortive attempt to drive back to Worcester, but there was some hidden damage to some radiator hoses, and I only made it about 15 miles before the car overheated and that was the end of that idea.
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