Two years ago, I was stopped in traffic (the last of a long line of stopped cars) when an upcoming 55-ton semi saw my little blue Honda hatchback too late, slammed on the brakes, and screeched in to my car, nearly jack-knifing his rig. Fortunately–very fortunately–he only clipped me, making contact with the left rear of the car. Of course, being clipped by that behemoth at an estimated 45mph (according to the collision report) completely sheared off that section of the car, spun me around, and shifted the car’s frame several inches to the right. Despite the David and Goliath-like proportions of our vehicles, I walked away unscathed. My car was totalled; the semi had about 10 feet of blue paint on its cab and part of the trailer.
When I went to buy a new car I did consider (briefly; they were out of my price range) buying an SUV. I do know that even an Excursion would be no match for the monster that hit me, but that itty bitty Civic suddenly felt very claustrophibic, naked, and vulnerable. I wanted BIG…I wanted SAFE…I wanted something that would be a little longer, a little generous in providing a sense of security.
So (this is where you laugh) I bought a brand new Civic; this time, it was the longer coupe and not the hatchback. Again, this is what I could afford, and it was purchased after several weeks of researching safety and reliability reports. In and of itself, my car is extremely safe. But, against an SUV or, God forbid, another semi, and it’s toast.
SUVs make me extremely nervous on the road because of the difference in size. I try to avoid being behind them on the freeway (not just because of vision-obscuring, but because should they blow a tire, etc., I don’t want to be piling into them), and hate when they are behind me. Unfortunately, I live in the L.A. area–these monsters are everywhere.
I’m seriously tempted to buy an SUV for my next car. I really am not a fan of their appearance or function or wastefulness, but I also don’t want to die. I happen to resent that in order to feel safe, I may have to buy something thoroughly outside my tastes. I know I will never be completely safe, but it adds to a sense of security. If I’m in a Explorer and a Pathfinder nails me, I’m much less likely to be hospitalized or interred.
Two final notes to this rather rambling post…it royally pisses me off when these machines park in compact spaces. Next time, leave a freakin’ can opener on the hood of my car to help me pry myself out of the space, and a very large set of mirrors to enable me to see past your car so I don’t back into someone. I really, really want people ticketed for this.
I also think a special driver’s license should be required of SUV drivers. Sure, some people know how to drive them just fine, but others…well, as has been said, they drive them like they’re a car.