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No more than 15 minutes ago I was on my way home from jodi’s house and I was stuck in traffic by a train. After waiting for a bit the train just stopped and wouldn’t go. Everyone was getting impatient and took another root.
I didn’t really feel like staying there either so I decided to follow the group of people leaving. About 6 blocks away I got to where the train had stopped - the head of the train. But when I turned onto the road to cross over the track I realized what had happened.
Two kids who must have only had their license no more than a year were trying to get their car off the train tracks. To me it looked like they tried to stop (or go) and slid into a pile of snow right in front of the train. The train wasn’t more than 50 feet from the hood of this car and you could tell these kids were scared.
Everything seemed to work out - the train stopped and a tow truck came to get these kids car from off the tracks. The police watched over everything and put what they could onto a piece of paper for filing.
my reflection on it all:
I’m not going to say I’m the best driving out there but why do so many people get into these messes? If you just drive slow and don’t make any daring moves over train tracks to avoid waiting - you shouldn’t have these problems.
However I do understand what the word accident means and guess I should take into account this may be the case.
Speaking of accidents - what kind of wrecks have you gotten into?
posted on March 5, 2002 | 6:51 PM EST
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hauling *** towards a quarterpipe made of snow.. i mis-judged the angle and flew off into 2 trees. Pain quickly ensued.
me personally - none that I can think of off hand … but I do know of someone who forgot to put oil in my vintage BMW and blew it up …
bwahhaha. Schaap. You fuxxored her car by forgetting to put oil in it!!! Unreal.
well yes but there’s alittle more to the story than just that. You see - this car was a 1970 Red BMW - great back in its day but in the 2000’s there were some problems with this old time beauty.
1. The car had no speedometer (that worked)
2. The car didn’t tell me how much GAS was in it.
3. There was no odometer (that worked)
These things along with many other small details all came into play. It was very nice of Jodi and her parents to allow me to drive their old classic around and they even had it tuned up before I got to drive it.
I thought that the oil would have been changed at this time but afterwards I found it was not. I had no way of knowing how far I had driven the car, it didn’t tell me when it was low on gas and it wouldn’t even think of telling me if there was an engine problem or lack of oil in it.
The result was a car engine that blew up after driving it for awhile. Along with a price tag of $1700.00 for a new engine.
So i’ve paid my dues and have decided not to own a car or borrow ones car as my own until I can get the money together to by myself a newer car that shouldn’t break down. If however it does - it will have a warrenty with it that will save my butt.
ok honey - the speedometer, odometer and gas meter have NOTHING to do with oil and the lack of knowlegde on your part to know that you might need to check to the oil every once in a while - especially in an antique car. ESPECIALLY in your girlfriends antique car … ehum.
Umm - All those things did play a roll. You’re supposed to change the oil every 3,000 miles or every 3 months. I didn’t go over any of those as far as I knew.
I would have to say this was just a unfortionate mistake. END OF FRIGG’IN STORY.
fine … ok ok. but let the record state … there was no excuse - other than you didn’t do it.
Let the story PLEASE end with the fact that Aaron paid his dues here. He worked hard to pay off that $1700.00 debt, which didn’t come easy, nor did he complain, nor did he borrow. He sacrificially gave to make a mistake right again, and that is a real man’s reaction, and one that makes me proud. For we all make mistakes, but it is what we do about those mistakes that defines who we are. Isn’t that more important? Anyone else have a real accident to talk about? I gently slid thru a garage door during an eerie ice storm ~ talk about slow motion loud crunching sounds!!! Worse than nails on a chalk board!!!
for anyone who might be confused by my and Aaron’s earlier posts … it is an on-going joke between Aaron and I - so don’t y’all worry, I think he’s very responsible and very much of a man. But like I said earlier and I’ll say it again … Aaron and I are a couple and as a couple we desere a certain amount of privacy and respect …
It was a joke.
dan Says:
hauling *** towards a quarterpipe made of snow.. i mis-judged the angle and flew off into 2 trees. Pain quickly ensued.