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I'm sitting in Laura's office right now in the Physics and Astronomy department.
Why, you ask? Well, that would be because I am waiting for the tow truck to come and retrieve the Kia. *sigh*
So, right after I dropped Zoe off, I was driving up Chestnut St back towards campus. For those of you that know BG pretty well, I was at that weird turn that goes sharp left and then sharp right, directly after where Chestnut crosses 14th St, right by the Chestnut St parking lot, behind Thompson and the other science buildings.
Well, I realized I was going a little faster than I probably wanted to be going around that turn with the roads as wet as they were, so I tried to slow down some. Apparently this was A Bad Idea. Because when I turned... the car didn't. And I smacked into the curb pretty hard. Once I was sure the car was stopped, I took a moment to breathe and make sure I was okay (which, obviously I am, not a scratch), then I tried to turn the car, to see if it was gonna be okay. No dice. The wheel wouldn't turn. So I put it in park and got out to look at where I hit. (Incidentally, I hit right on the edge of the crosswalk, so if any of you are walking by there, you can see the scrape on the curb.) There is a piece of metal that's pushed into the wheel and scraping against the tire, so I couldn't really go anywhere. I don't know yet if that's the only thing really stopping it from going or if there's more serious problems underneath (the whole, like, front is definitely pushed back some which is why the tire is shoved against the metal).
Some WKU utilities management or whatnot people who were nearby and heard it came over to gawk and attempt to assist me. We tried to find a way to get the piece of metal out of the way, but we couldn't manage it. Some guy who works for the university came by and looked at it and said that he thinks it is totaled because of the way the tire is pushed back, but I refuse to believe anything until our mechanic takes a look at it and tells me.
Mom was actually very good about it when I called. I expected her to be mad, but I think she was expecting something like this, which is almost worse. She's called her sub to carry the mail for her and she's hunting down a tow truck to drag up here. *sigh*
After the cop showed up (*sigh*) I finally did manage to get it out of the road and into the Chestnut St parking lot (with *much* scraping and grinding and horrible-sounding-ness and difficult-turning-ness), where it is currently sitting.
*Looking* at the car, you can hardly tell it's been in an accident. I will be very frustrated if I managed to do *serious* damage to a car by hitting a *curb* doing probably 25 mph.
Everyone seems to be impressed by how much I'm not falling apart, but mostly I'm okay, I'm just angry at myself for this whole mess and extremely frustrated. My fifth day as a licensed driver and I've managed to screw up already. At least Zoe wasn't in the car at the time. And it could have been a lot worse. But that doesn't really make me feel better.
I am not having a good week.
ETA: Oh, and the thing that really worries me? Bad things always come in threes. When is the other shoe going to drop?
ETA2: It's official now, my girlfriend is never going to let me drive. Not that she was *really* going to let me drive before, but now she really isn't.
Why, you ask? Well, that would be because I am waiting for the tow truck to come and retrieve the Kia. *sigh*
So, right after I dropped Zoe off, I was driving up Chestnut St back towards campus. For those of you that know BG pretty well, I was at that weird turn that goes sharp left and then sharp right, directly after where Chestnut crosses 14th St, right by the Chestnut St parking lot, behind Thompson and the other science buildings.
Well, I realized I was going a little faster than I probably wanted to be going around that turn with the roads as wet as they were, so I tried to slow down some. Apparently this was A Bad Idea. Because when I turned... the car didn't. And I smacked into the curb pretty hard. Once I was sure the car was stopped, I took a moment to breathe and make sure I was okay (which, obviously I am, not a scratch), then I tried to turn the car, to see if it was gonna be okay. No dice. The wheel wouldn't turn. So I put it in park and got out to look at where I hit. (Incidentally, I hit right on the edge of the crosswalk, so if any of you are walking by there, you can see the scrape on the curb.) There is a piece of metal that's pushed into the wheel and scraping against the tire, so I couldn't really go anywhere. I don't know yet if that's the only thing really stopping it from going or if there's more serious problems underneath (the whole, like, front is definitely pushed back some which is why the tire is shoved against the metal).
Some WKU utilities management or whatnot people who were nearby and heard it came over to gawk and attempt to assist me. We tried to find a way to get the piece of metal out of the way, but we couldn't manage it. Some guy who works for the university came by and looked at it and said that he thinks it is totaled because of the way the tire is pushed back, but I refuse to believe anything until our mechanic takes a look at it and tells me.
Mom was actually very good about it when I called. I expected her to be mad, but I think she was expecting something like this, which is almost worse. She's called her sub to carry the mail for her and she's hunting down a tow truck to drag up here. *sigh*
After the cop showed up (*sigh*) I finally did manage to get it out of the road and into the Chestnut St parking lot (with *much* scraping and grinding and horrible-sounding-ness and difficult-turning-ness), where it is currently sitting.
*Looking* at the car, you can hardly tell it's been in an accident. I will be very frustrated if I managed to do *serious* damage to a car by hitting a *curb* doing probably 25 mph.
Everyone seems to be impressed by how much I'm not falling apart, but mostly I'm okay, I'm just angry at myself for this whole mess and extremely frustrated. My fifth day as a licensed driver and I've managed to screw up already. At least Zoe wasn't in the car at the time. And it could have been a lot worse. But that doesn't really make me feel better.
I am not having a good week.
ETA: Oh, and the thing that really worries me? Bad things always come in threes. When is the other shoe going to drop?
ETA2: It's official now, my girlfriend is never going to let me drive. Not that she was *really* going to let me drive before, but now she really isn't.
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