Story Time: The Accident

I took this picture in a Meijer parking lot and it made me nostalgic. I remembered my Mustang. I remember driving with the top down. I remember how loud it was. I even remember how much it leaked any time it rained or when snow melted. I also remembered crashing it... twice. 

      It was a ‘96 white convertible top. It was a nice warm night, but the top was up. I had a hard time getting the top up and down so it stayed up most of the time. It was getting late so I began driving home from the church I worked at. ​

     The trip home had one main road to drive on. This road was a winding backroad. It was a downhill drive and I loved seeing how fast I could go around the bends. The road was clear of other cars. ​

My Mustang the day I bought it.

     I began to drive faster and faster. The steering wheel jerked under my hands and I tried to correct the car. I pulled too hard and the car jerked the other way. Except this time it didn’t stop turning. I kept spinning. I don’t know how many times I spun but I knew I was facing the opposite direction now. I couldn’t do anything I had lost all control of the car. I felt like time had stopped. Everything was moving in slow motion. Until I was slammed to the side. I had stopped moving and had landed in a ditch. A road sign had stopped my car from moving further into the ditch. 

 I stepped out of the car. And a man came running down the hill. He heard the crash. He told me he lived up the hill and heard many crashes along this road. Most of these crashes ended up fully flipped over and drivers  unresponsive. Flashing lights followed even though no one called the police yet. A tow truck was called and I waited by my car just as the sun was fully setting and rain began to fall. I was fine. The car was dented. I received a ticket.

This was my first car accident but not the worst. ​The worst is a story for another time.

Have you ever been in an accident?/ What is the worst accident you have ever witnessed?