|I was in a car accident!
||[May. 17th, 2007|11:05 am]
Last night, in the middle of Range Rd! Ok before I tell what happened let me say that me and Pete (who was driving) are, miraculously I think, fine. We just have some scrapes, and I have some irritation in my eyes due to the airbag that popped. First if you remember how the weather was yesterday, it was pretty terrible. This was at 11 at night - ish, and it was raining heavily. We were going up the road, when suddenly this car comes down at an unbelievably fast rate, too fast to make the curve without hitting us on the side. It all happened really fast. There was a second before when I knew we were going to crash and felt afraid... There was the collision, and then I opened my eyes, saw that there was glass everywhere, smelt something burning, and realized we were at the very edge of the road. Afraid we were going to tip over I wanted to exit the car immediately but couldn't do it from my side, obviously. Pete asked if I was OK, I asked if he was, we both were. Then I said "we have to get out of here" and he said yes. At that moment a face popped behind Pete's window asking us if we were OK, that must be the guy who hit us, I thought. Right after the crash there had been such a deep silence that I thought the other car had taken off, but it turns out he'd hit the other side of the road after hitting us. So anyway I scrambled for my cell phone and began to call 911. We got out of the car, glass everywhere (there were pieces of glass in mine and Pete's ears, all the windows had smashed). It rang like 10 times before someone answered which was kind of ridiculous I think. I had Pete talk to them because I was still shaking. We moved to the side of the road, turned on our emergency lights, and looking at the car, I had to believe in God. The car was completely wrecked, what a miracle we came out unharmed! |
Soon after the police came and we waited there. It turns out the guy had pressed on the gas instead of the breaks (a formula for disaster). But I think he was already going fast to begin with, and pressed on the gas instead of the breaks precisely because he flipped out when he saw us coming. One of the cops, a really nice one, told me what was in my eyes was probably powder from the airbag, and I should just rinse it when I got home (which I did, and it got better). They collected our insurance information and whatnot and drove us home (both cars, undrivable, had to be tolled).
The car, by the way, was the volvo. So the one good thing is we're getting a brand new car, since the volvo was old and in pretty bad shape. The guy's insurance will pay for it, of course. Pete is renting an extra car for work-related reasons, so I think I'll still have a car at my convenience this summer (although the last one he rented was stick shift!) So I can't be sure about that.