So, I’m sitting at the stoplight on my way to work Friday morning. Listening to news radio (yes, RT, I’m a geezer) and generally glad it’s Friday. The light turns green, and I begin to go off on my merry way.
I hear a strange noise. Kind of like that Doppler-effect-truck-passing noise, combined with honking. And my airbags have deployed. I’ve never actually seen airbags deploy, so I’m kind of stunned and watching with fascination. They’re filled with some sort of noxious gas that almost immediately begins escaping the bags and filling the car with disgusting smoke. Given the foul brand of cigarettes I smoke, you can imagine how disgusting this airbag-smoke must have been. And one airbag is white, while the other is this weird pastiche of white with red stripes, like a beach ball gone horribly, horribly wrong. It looks more like my mother made a little throw pillow and stuffed it in my glove compartment, and now it’s burst out in full frenzy.
All of these thoughts and images are flowing into my sleep-deprived brain as fast as I can think them, so it was really less than a split second later that I noticed the tractor trailer than was plowing through the front of my car. I don’t remember that too well; I distinctly remember the air bags.
Afterwards, the truck driver told me than he had tried to brake for the light, and his brakes had locked. It was either go straight through the intersection (and, as a side effect, my car) or jack-knife the trailer.
So, all told, I’m okay. A little sore Saturday and Sunday (and kind of a little sore in my left shoulder today), and a nasty burn on my left hand (I think having something to do with the airbags- it would certainly make sense that part of my fascination with their deployment came from the fact that they were burning themselves into my flesh) that has since healed. My car is likely totalled; even if it is repairable, the repairs are probably more than the blue book value ($3000).
But had I been two feet further into the intersection when he hit me… oy. Not something I really want to think about.
So there’s my Mundane Personal Stuff for the week. Let me know about your recent swipes with death, or suggestions on how I should spend the insurance payment (new car, or buy an old heap? I’m leaning toward the old heap idea- I paid about $16000 for my Saturn seven years ago, and that works out to $2000 a year (above and beyond regular maintenance) to own that car. I’m better off buying a cheap old car and spending $1000 a year in replacing worn-out parts), or congratulations for being about to have my first Staff Article posted.