There goes my no claim bonus
Monday, September 05, 2005
Just barely 3 weeks into this new car bliss and it ended with a badly dented side and a replacement door. All these because of a combination of my retarded sense of space and misplaced ego. Sure, my car was wedged between another car and the gate wall and negotiating the tight space can challenge even the experianced, but instead of looking for someone to help me spot from outside, I've turned to doing it by myself. That is, inching out a little at a time and getting out off the car to look. This went one for a couple of rounds until I forgot to shift the gear back to Park when I got out. Seeing the car move forward on its own from from the outside was enough to send me screaming like a lunatic and then trying to jump back into the drivers seat to stop the imminent. Since this is reality, my car ploughed its entire front-right side against the wall and only came to a stop when my leg was caught between the car door. So there I was, left leg sticking out off the car and feeling the pressure on my muscle and shin build up while stretching my right hand to press the brake pedal before I could shift that gear back into park with my left.
Having successfully fuelled people's perception about women drivers, I drove Hitomi to the repair shop after nearly an hour of driving up and down the highway thanks to my sense of direction. It was only after sending her to the repair shop that I dropped by the clinic to have my leg looked at. Talk about prioritising. Thankfully, there wasn't any fracture even though my leg felt stiff for a couple of days after that. I probably had my mother to thank for all the calcium pills she had been feeding me all these years. Can't say much about Hitomi though. In the case of Metal versus Bones, it's Bone 1 Metal 0.
While it was only a minor accident at the carpark, I still have horrible flashbacks. Not sure whether it is the sight of the car after the accident, or the repair bill (after claiming insurance!) that made me feel more sick in the stomach. There I was fearing the worst of everything for Hitomi like her falling prey to vandals, burglars, idiotic drivers etc, when in reality I'm her biggest threat. Irony, sweet irony. |
