James and the kids have been in a accident!

[eirroc]

originally posted by Juliana
**Here’s the miracle. Didi has become quite a little escape artist. She can get out of her carseat rather quickly. James had just pulled over about three minutes before the accident to put her back in her seat belt. She had walked up front, sat down in the passenger seat, looked up at James, and said, “Hi!” He had just been back on the road another minute when the accident happened.

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Thank god for sensible people. My stomach did flip flops reading that and thinking of the consequences of not putting kids back in seatbelts. I’m glad their all ok.

[MsRobyn]

{{{{{{{{{Juliana, Saint Zero and the Saintletts}}}}}}}}}}}}

I’m glad to hear that y’all are OK and the idiot driving the other car gets what she’s got coming.

Robin

[Zenster]

*Originally posted by Juliana *
…Here’s the miracle. Didi has become quite a little escape artist. She can get out of her carseat rather quickly. James had just pulled over about three minutes before the accident to put her back in her seat belt. She had walked up front, sat down in the passenger seat, looked up at James, and said, “Hi!” He had just been back on the road another minute when the accident happened…

Run, do not walk, to your husband and kiss this wonderful man in all of the appropriate places. While you’re at it, go out and plant a smooch on your car. It gave its mechanical life to protect all of your loved ones from harm. (This being one of the more mission critical elements involved in both its manufacture and design.) Saint Zero hath indeed proved his Saintliness in doing exactly the right thing at the right time. Bless your stars for instant kharma. How splendid that all has gone so well when it could easily have been otherwise.

Best wishes,

Chris

[Saint_Zero]

*Originally posted by racinchikki *
**You have to be careful around people who drive Z-cars. The doors have powerful magnets in them that attract other cars, causing great problems for both Z-drivers and their surrounding motorists.
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Bingo.

Now that it’s not quite as painful to type, here’s my telling of the story.

I was going to get my wife from Skytel, headed West. On HWY 80, that means heading into the sun. At 6:45 or so, it’s pretty close to the horizion. So I’m crusing along at the speed limit, having just put the kids back into their seats a few minutes beforehand. I have the van’s lights on, and I’m in the rightmost lane.

So, looking ahead, I see a Tractor (front half of an 18 wheeler) waiting to pull into traffic off a side road. He waiting calmly, so I look around and see a 91 RS Camaro pull into the middle lane (turn lane) of 5 laned HWY 80. She didn’t look like she was going to stop, but I couldn’t tell, so I let off the gas. Suddenly, I realise she’s going to try to make it, and I’m slamming on my brakes. By this point, it’s way to late. (Come to think of it, she didn’t even use a turn signal either.) Now, the sun is setting behind her, and she’s turning across my path of travel. I have my lights on, so I can’t see how she COULDN’T see me.

Now, Racinchikki’s powers of prophecy come true. I hit her Camaro on the passenger’s side door. Dead on. Spun her around, and she spun into that Tractor I mentioned above. I can only assume that’s how her back glass shattered. I came to a stop there, her car resting up against the tractor. The van’s right front is what tagged her. It’s sitting in the storage yard right now, waiting for repairs, hopefully.

So, my wrist is starting to feel better, the van’s damaged and the kids are fine. One ironic bit of satisfaction I can get out of this is that her car is just about beyond help. Which really doesn’t help me, in that now I’ve got to either figure a way to repair the van or get another one.
I think that’s clear enough. Tell me if it isn’t.