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Accident Number Four
By Melissa Crosson
Friday, April 02, 2004
Rated "PG" by the Author.
Well, here it is...Number four for all of you
It was my day off and even though I had a month and a day to get my license renewed I decided to go get it done so I wouldn’t forget. I stood at the front door trying to decide which vehicle to take. I decided on the Focus because I thought it had more gas than my truck.
I took my usual route to town and got my license renewed. It was a beautiful day so I had the windows open both ways. I took the same way home.
Kings Chapel is a ‘back road’ that winds and has some pretty good hills. It’s not like you’re going up a mountain or anything like that. It’s one of those roads where if you don’t know it the road disappears as you turn a corner and go down the hill. For those of you who like to ride windy, hilly roads on a motorcycle this is the road for you. There’s no speed limit posted and you definitely can’t drive it at the state limit of 65. Some parts you have to slow down to make the corner and there are two small bridges that go over the creek. The bridges are a little narrow and if someone is coming in a dualie or with a wider vehicle you either have to stop and let them pass or pass each other very slowly.
I was about half way home and was about to go around the real bad spot where as you come up the hill the road completely disappears because you go down the hill and curve to the right so I slowed down to about 40 or so. I didn’t actually look at the speedometer but I know I had been going about 50 because of the hill I had just come down.
I was about to cross one of the bridges that go over the creek when a Yellow Jacket flew in the driver’s window and started to bump into my glasses. I flinched back away from the Yellow Jacket and pulled the wheel to the left as I flinched. This sent me heading straight for the guardrail of the bridge.
I’m not sure how far the drop is because there’s always vines and weeds around the bridge but I definitely didn’t want to find out by dropping into it. I pulled the wheel back to the right as I flicked the Yellow Jacket off of my wrist; it hit the windshield and stopped moving. It was too far; I was heading straight for the cattle gate. I crammed on the brakes but it was too late.
They had properly put in a culvert but there was a ditch on either side of the cattle gate. Imagine that right? They didn’t put down gravel or rip up the grass so it was slick because there was still dew on the grass. I saw I was heading straight for the culvert and the rocks around the culvert. I had enough time to say, “Oh shit!”
I hit the rocks with the front drivers tire and the back end left the ground and swung around. I hit the cattle gate’s post and it stopped me from flipping the car onto its roof. The driver window, which was down, and the back window shattered on impact. The passenger side wheels hit the ground and my glasses flew off. There was glass everywhere. I was in shock that I wasn’t up-side-down but very thankful. I shut the car off and it took me an eternity to figure out how to use my cell phone.
I couldn’t remember if Janet and Ed’s home number was programmed into my phone or not. I decided to just dial it. I couldn’t get my hands to stop shaking long enough to hit menu star to get my phone to unlock. I finally got it then I couldn’t remember the number. I took a deep breath and tried to get the adrenaline to stop flowing so I could remember the number. I realized I had glass in my mouth and tried to spit it out. No matter how small the glass is it can wreak havoc on your insides. I kept spitting it out trying not to swallow it. I thought I had it all out so I imagined dialing the number at home and dialed it. Ed answered the phone and that was when it hit me what I had done. I totaled out my in-laws car. Hysterics hit me and I couldn’t control it anymore. “Ed, I’m so sorry.” I managed to get out between sobs. “I’ve had an accident. I’m on Kings Chapel.”
“Where are you?” Ed asked in his usual calm manner.
“Kings Chapel” I said as I tried to calm down so he could understand me.
“We’ll be right there.” Ed said.
“Okay.” I managed to get out. I hung up the phone and took my seatbelt off. I popped the driver’s door open but it was too damaged to open far enough to let me get out. That and the ground was in the way. I pulled it back shut and looked for my glasses. I found them and realized the door wouldn’t shut. I tried again and when it didn’t shut I climbed over to the passenger side, being very careful of the glass all over the passenger seat and finally got the door open. I crawled out and went to the driver’s side and picked my glasses up out of the weeds. I picked off the grass and put them on.
I suddenly realized my left arm was bleeding a bit by my elbow. I looked at it and picked the glass out of my arm. I looked at the car and became even more thankful that the post that stopped me had hit the front of the door jam by the windshield and not further back on the car. It could have taken my head off or impaled me as I flipped the car. The windshield was shattered and buckled up where the pole had hit it. The drivers side mirror was gone the back glass had popped out from the impact and it looked like it could be picked up and put back in. It was shattered and when it hit the ground it broke into hand sized pieces. I looked into the field and was thankful that the cows were in another field. The cattle gate was bent into a crescent shape and had landed about 100 feet away.
I continued to look at the car. The tail light cover was almost completely gone and the back end had a dent that I couldn’t figure out where it came from. There were scratches on the front bumper and the driver’s front tire was flat. I grabbed my cigarettes and fought to get one lit. I finally got it to light and walked up the incline to the flat spot that served as the driveway to get into the field.
I knelt down and watched three people drive by. Usually people stop and ask if you’re okay. When they didn’t I got mad until I looked at the car. The passenger side looked perfect and that was all they could see. They probably thought I was heading into town and not back from town when I ran off the road. That calmed my anger.
I was almost done with my cigarette when Janet and Ed pulled up. Janet asked me what happened and I told her. She called the police to make a report because there was damage to the fence and then she called the insurance company. The State Trooper called for a tow truck and tried to locate the fence owner.
In my adrenaline induced stupor I shut the car off without putting it into park. Ed’s calm head figured it out and got the keys out of the ignition for me. We patiently waited for the tow truck and when he arrived we got into the van to go home.
“We didn’t like that car anyways…It had a brand new windshield.” Ed joked in his usual manner.
“I forgot about that.” Janet said as she put her hand to her face and shook her head.
About three weeks earlier I was coming home from work, early because of a very painful kidney stone, and a rock hit the windshield. It caused a pretty good rock ding so when I took it home I told Ed and he called the insurance company. Later that day I put it into Ed and Janet’s garage to keep it from cracking further than it had. I had backed it into the driveway so the heat wouldn’t make it spread but it didn’t work. I carefully pulled it into the garage while looking around the large J that had formed and left the windows down so that the temperature inside the car would be the same as outside the car. It got a brand new windshield according to Kentucky law that states the insurance company has to take care of it if it’s in the line of sight. I love that law by the way. You don’t even have to pay a deductible.
Later that day I walked next door to talk to Janet and Ed. Ed told me, “You know there’s nothing in this world that would cause me to disown you and that goes for Robin too.”
“I know.” Was the only thing I could say to the man I considered my father and an extremely great in-law.
The insurance company totaled out the car and Ed went in search of another vehicle. The place they bought their Hyundai from is the owner of the fence I totaled. Small world huh?
I walked away with a large amount of glass cuts on my right leg and the couple cuts on my left arm.
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|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|good story, melissa! always enjoy reading your stories; but sorry you have had rotten luck with your cars! sounds almost as bad as me! (glad i don't drive now; living in texas, where people drive crazy anyway, i DON'T want to chance it! people here in texas know only two speeds: stop and see who can drive over the speed limit! LOL)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D