Yep, that’s right. That says “crash” not “bash.” Because Christmas wasn’t exciting enough for the Belknap family, I had to get into a car accident two days later. Here’s how it went down.
I was taking Kaleb to the dentist. The van was nearly out of gas and I was less than 5 yards from Conoco when I tried to slow down.
Let me pause for a moment to describe the Winter Wonderland that is Idaho Falls. For those of you dreaming of a white Christmas—your dream came true—in my area code. Over the Christmas break I’m going to estimate we got approximately 6 feet of snow (and for those readers from Idaho Falls, you and I both know that number’s probably closer to three, but we’re going for effect here, people. Run with me on this one). And in spite of all this snow, by December 27th few of the side roads had been plowed, and the main road I was traveling had probably not been plowed as much as it had been talked about in the plowmen’s breakroom (effect, people!).
So back to my story. When I went to slow down for that gas station, my brakes locked and I began to skid into what looked like a 2007 Ford Taurus, color Merlot. Now hindsight is 20/20 so I can tell you now that I should have either 1) hit the Ford Taurus (Their bumper looked pretty hearty and could have withstood my 10 mile/hr skidding speed – although my bumper would have done neither of us any good). Or 2) turned into the curb to my right. Of course I went with #3, or as I like to call it “stupid”; I turned into the left lane.
Lucky for me the left lane was NOT oncoming traffic, although there was someone clipping along at an insane speed who WASN’T watching for stupid drivers picking option #stupid in their first skid of the winter season. He hit my door, right at the hinge and knocked out his headlight in the process. (At least he was in a '91 Toyota Tercel...)
That’s when Kaleb perked up from the backseat. “Were we just in an accident?” he asked. “Did we just crash? Wow, that was cool. Lucky I was in my seatbelt. I could have died!” He was far more excited about the event than I, let me tell you.
The kicker is, in the time I spent idling in wait for Mr. IFPD, my van ran out of gas. I coasted into the gas station and had to be pushed up to the pump. As if getting in a car accident, holding up traffic for 20 minutes, and having my son narrate the entire experience wasn’t momentous enough, I had to top it off with an empty gas tank. Brilliant!
It’s been less than one week since we “survived” said accident (at least that’s how Kaleb’s describing it) and I have to tell you, while not pretty and definitely not my year-end of choice I have to say it suits 2007 well.
Bring it, 2008. Because you and I both know you’re bound to be a helluva lot better than last year.
Happy New Year, blogworld!