Driving in New York is a little like driving bumper cars at the amusement park. Actually, it’s exactly like bumper cars. You zoom along at full speed and aim for the nearest car to absorb impact when you can’t stop. The question is really not if you’re going to get into an accident, but when. That’s just life.
On my road, there have been about 1/2 dozen bad accidents in the last year. I’m not even referring to dented fenders. That’s not really an accident. I cringe at the sound of crunching metal, especially when it’s my metal.
I’m from originally from New York not Georgia as someone thought yesterday. I do like Georgia and much of my husband’s family lives there. My aunt Pat and grandma live there too. I think the greater Atlanta area should be named the shopping capitol of the USA. I am convinced that there are more stores and restaurants than people. It’s a great place and I love to visit. Georgia has nothing to do with this post, but I thought I’d clear up any confusion.
Since learning to drive at 16, the legal age in NY, I’ve not been exempt from fender-benders. Ok, once I did bend an entire car around a tree, but my other accidents have been minor. Thank you God!
In my last accident I backed over a vehicle that sat way too close to the ground. I DID NOT see him sitting directly behind me. He fit right under the spare tire that hangs off the back of my vehicle. My husband thinks I need another tire on the front of my car to keep me safe. What does he know?! Imagine me driving around town in a Jeep Liberty with tires protruding off the front, back and sides of my vehicle. I’d look like a tire shop on wheels.
He was pleased that I chose this young man’s car to flatten. Poor kid did not have a license and was more than happy to settle without the insurance company or police. We just bought him a new (previously junked) hood and he was happy. He even had a friend install it. Such luck on my part!
The stickily thing is that my car was only 3 days old. Yes, I break vehicles in very quickly. Not a scratch on her I might add. The tire did the trick.
I tell you this because I want to show you a video. Now you’ll need to click the link below to watch it, but it will be worth it…I promise! My uncle, Wayne the Pain, sent me this video. He gets all the credit.
I’ll have to tell you my traffic cop stories another time. Enjoy the video. I’ll feature another recipe this weekend.