Up until last year I’d been pretty good at avoiding car accidents. I try to drive defensively, watch my speed (more or less), and aside from a fender bender that wasn’t my fault its paid off in keeping me out of wrecks. All good things must come to an end, and that streak ended in November when I wrecked our minivan while towing an overloaded load of mulch. (And two days later I lost my job, but that’s the subject of another post).
If I had to total my car this wasn’t a bad way to do it: with no injuries, no other vehicles involved, no traffic ticket, and a decent payoff from the insurance company. The worst damage was to my pride and my wallet, in towing charges and insurance hikes. And the minivan’s transmission was only eight months old. It was a great car in great shape. Until.
We still haven’t replaced the minivan yet. We’re still shopping around, and a neighbor has graciously loaned us their extra car in the meantime.
Funny how just a few seconds can make such an impact in your life, so to speak.