I got into my first car wreck and decided to go all the way with it and completely total my car. I was driving down Highway 290 in dear old Houston, TX when a few cars in front of me a ladder fell off a truck (1st lesson of the day- don't drive behind a car carrying a ladder). The cars in front of me came to a complete stop and although I braked hard, I hit the car in front of me (in my defense it was raining at the time and I slowed down a lot). Everything was okay at that point, though, just some slight damage to both of our cars, when from behind a car came flying and hit the back of me.
This was the point that I hit the car in front of me so hard my air bags deployed, windows shattered, I flopped around the car and the guy in front of me hit the two cars in front of him. Needless to say my car no longer had a trunk.
I must say I find those pictures a little impressive and a little terrifying because many think I should be hurt much more than I actually am. It ended up being a 7 car pileup and somehow I was the only one even slightly hurt and that was just a bump on the head and bruise on my arm. I did go to the hospital though to get checked out and had my first cat scan, ambulance ride and experience of getting taped to a gurney. I had to lie on the highway as the rain came down and we waited on the ambulance, but a cute paramedic saw fit to crouch over me and guard my face from the rain, while I got to stare at his crotch.
My coworker was in the car with me (he ran a marathon two days later so he was fine) and stayed with the car as it was taken to the wrecker and his favorite part of the entire story is the number of shoes that somehow fell out of my car. I tend to live in my car and apparently my trunk was my second closet. Since the truck was no longer, every time they moved my car more shoes fell out of it. The cops even suggested I sold shoes and ended up counting at least 12 pairs on the highway, some of which were saved and some that weren't. (2nd lesson of the day- clean my car out more often).
My poor car is no longer but I am getting a new one and thankfully everyone was okay!! I already had a driving paranoia though so I don't think this is going to help.
My coworker was in the car with me (he ran a marathon two days later so he was fine) and stayed with the car as it was taken to the wrecker and his favorite part of the entire story is the number of shoes that somehow fell out of my car. I tend to live in my car and apparently my trunk was my second closet. Since the truck was no longer, every time they moved my car more shoes fell out of it. The cops even suggested I sold shoes and ended up counting at least 12 pairs on the highway, some of which were saved and some that weren't. (2nd lesson of the day- clean my car out more often).
My poor car is no longer but I am getting a new one and thankfully everyone was okay!! I already had a driving paranoia though so I don't think this is going to help.
