On our way home from dinner, I got an unexpected text message: "Can you come over? I just need to be with someone. Preferably you." When we got home, I set out onto the dark wet streets. Nothing felt unusual.
Coming around the corner past the radio towers, the steering wheel jerked out of my hands -- I skidded towards the left and then overcompensated towards the right, and shit. It just happened so fast -- I crashed the car.
I was stuck in a ditch on the side of the road, right alongside the cemetery. I called my friend, and then my dad, and spoke to several people who slowed down to check if I was okay. Which I was. It was only eight or so when my dad arrived, and in less than an hour, we got pulled out of the ditch and I was able to drive home.
I'm grateful that I crashed on the side of the road without the pole. I'm grateful there were no other cars on the road when I skid, and I'm grateful that the cars which passed did stop to check. I'm grateful that there was no damage to me or the car. I'm grateful that every person I texted while I was waiting for the towtruck -- their first inclination was, "are you okay??" And I'm not going to lie, seeing the graveyard in the flashing lights of my hazards offered some chilling perspective.
So maybe it wasn't the ideal way to spend a holiday evening. But it could have been a hell of a lot worse.
Right click and download: "Dottie in a Car Crash" (a cool mashup).
To the friend I didn't end up getting to be there for...
"You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting."
[Hook]
posted by Allison Francis @ 9:35 PM
1 Comments:
glad to hear your okay A.
Sorry about the crash, happy to hear no damage to you or the car.
now you get to hear "drive safely" everytime you go to leave somewhere.
happy thanksgiving.
love
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