So, yesterday was not, by far, one of the greatest days I've ever lived through. I was swamped at work pathetically that I barely had time for a lunch break. Had it not been for an interesting email from Aunt Linda - I might not have made it through the day without complaining. LOL!!
Yesterday on the way to work, I laughed gleefully at myself for doing something I had never done before. I had decided to take Jeremy's old faithful truck, "Old Yeller" to work so that he could take my car on a trip a good ways away to help with a volunteer optical clinic. Well, I thought, instead of me being stuck at work without a vehicle, I'll just drive the truck since it's not that far away and he can take my car. The drive there was pleasant and funny. I was not used to driving with no mirrors, well, the one on the driver's side was there, but I had to turn around if I wanted to see anything else.
So, I took my experience with a happy heart and was kinda enjoying the experience. It reminded me riding in some of my dad's old trucks from years ago.
The ride home, however was not as enjoyable. About 10 minutes into my journey, I happened upon some heavy traffic and was not going fast, at all, and a man pulling a red utility trailer with recessed lights in front of me slammed on brakes suddenly. The sun was glaring off the back of the trailer anyway, so I never saw brake lights. I just realized he was stopped. In my attempt to stop the truck, it locked up on me, and in what felt like a slow motion film, I just continued to slide what felt like forever as the gate of that trailer got closer and closer and then I heard and FELT the crash. The poor tires were smoking and smelling like a smoke-stack! Poor "old Yeller." Come to find out, the man had slammed on brakes because a 5 car pile-up had just occurred in front of him.
The policeman (a lady) who happened to be riding directly behind me, pulled over in front of us, without lights (hallelujah) and wrote our info up and let us go. No damage to the truck I hit except for the gate of the trailer is a little bent. Old Yeller, I'm afraid to say, had a bit more damage. Jeremy worked for at least an hour last night before ever getting the hood up. The radiator is a little pushed in. Oh well, we were attempting to make a decision on what we should do next about another vehicle. And we have discovered, that sometimes LIFE (or in this case myself) don't allow you to wait on those decisions....it kinda makes up your mind for you.
So, now, we are en route to take Jeremy to work, so that I can have the car today.....I am currently the butt of jokes now....and I feel that this will follow me for a very long time. A few minutes ago, we stopped behind a car and Addison yells, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING DADDY?" His reply?....."I'm stopping behind this car....unlike your mother!!" We got a good laugh out of it. Oh well, I guess that's what I get! I guess I might as well laugh about it as anything. I'm past the nerves stage of the process. At least I survived to tell about it. I'm very thankful for that ..... :-)
I've heard the metal wrinkling more than once during the night. At least there were no nightmares for what could have been!
5 comments:
Just glad you're safe and still blogging! So is "ole yeller" going to the graveyard?
The funniest story I can tell you about "Old Yeller" is the day Anita & I used it to make a run to Goodwill. It was hot and I went to roll down the window and the handle came off in my hand. We had a pile of junk in the back and looked like Sanford & Son. That theme song is playing in my head right now.
That story was the first time I'd driven Old Yeller into town. The wreck is the second. Oh, the memories with OLD YELLER!
Ed is sad about my request to take BIG BLUE to the graveyard . . . so I'm THINKING about taking back the request. Opted for birthday (February) if he can't bear to do it for Christmas. He's using it for storage. Maybe give him the living room for his tools?
LOL! There's obviously something sentimental to men with their old vehicles....there seems to be alot of people who can't seem to get those old ones out of the yard.
Mom, not sure if "Old Yeller" is going to the graveyard or not. I'm not pushing it. Just as long as the Monte Carlo goes. We don't need 4 vehicles in the yard. We are NOT rednecks! And we are NOT starting a JUNKYARD in our yard.
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