So it happened again. I did some damage to my car again. Another accident. Damnit.

I’m driving home Thursday after getting out of work early because the store closed because of hazardous road conditions and you’d think that would mean something to me. Instead I’m on the Bennington bypass passing a car, driving probably faster than I should be. Problem is that in the tire treads in the snow the road is perfectly fine, but move anywhere out of there and, well, I think you can see where this is going. The SUV I’m passing is getting a little close to me so I move slightly to the left. The wheel catches in the snow to the left and then suddenly the car wants to go left. I try to correct, take my foot off the brake, steer to the right. I swing the other way. Still I’m trying to correct the car. Just going too fast. I must have gone back and forth four-five times before finally I lost control.

I spin out, do a 360 (or something, I can’t actually remember if I actually did a 360. Is that weird?) slide right and onto a pull off on the road where I fly over a snow bank.

I’m fine. Actually wasn’t really scared at all. The whole thing was rather peaceful, considering how close I (again, second time in a year) came to killing myself and someone else. The guy I passed pulled in behind me to check to make sure I was OK. He gave me his cell to call my mom who called my dad to come pick me up.

I tried (not really too hard) to move my car. I pretty much landed in mud, from all of rain I guess, so the car wasn’t really going anywhere. Plus, even though the car seemed pretty OK something was definitely wrong with it.

Another guy stopped to see if I was OK. Then one of the plows stopped. Ironic that I saw the plow three times waiting for my dad. Could have used him before. I hated it when people stopped because that meant I had to get out of my car and make a bigger mess around it, as every time I got out the snow next to my door disappeared and was replaced by mud. Good that people care though.

Funny thing was, not 5-10 minutes after the accident Ross drives by, turns around and comes back to check on me. He was in front of me on the drive down from Manchester and turned off to get gas, and when he was done with that he just happened to see me there. So while I waited for my dad we hung out in his car, which was great since my dad didn’t come for a long time.

Finally my dad got there and we pulled the car out. There was definitely something wrong with the brakes. So it went to the shop. Good thing I had Friday off, although I never got to go get my haircut like I wanted to. I’m a shaggy mess.

So I picked the car up tonight. And I really don’t feel comfortable driving it. Something just doesn’t seem right about the steering. I hope it was just the high winds and the greasy road, because if it is the steering I’m totally fucked tomorrow. I’m telling you all of this now so that you know that if there is no follow up post soon I’m probably dead, and I’d appreciate it if you all came to my funeral. Just Mapquest Hoosick Falls. My last name is the only one in the book.

In other news, Monday I went rock climbing with Ross and Harry, which was pretty cool despite the fact I’m afraid of heights. I’m wondering how many times I can defy death though…

Oh, and if it turns out my car is OK and I’m not dead, anyone know of any good cars I should be considering buying? Mine isn’t really long for this world. Hey, it’s either it or me, and it ain’t going to be me.

[PS: MSN has up this news link that reads as follows: Dozens of dogs found in florist fire. Am I the only one that finds that funny? Am I sick for finding that funny?]