Sunday, May 22, 2005
oh, by the way, i crashed my parents' car on wednesday night coming home from the gallery. was going a bit fast around this cute and innocent-looking corner when it suddenly lashed out at me, sprinkled gravel under my tyres and made this wooden thing come up to my bonnet really fast. i freaked, yanked the wheel around (phew, missed that stupid and upandcoming wooden thing.) but the the car decides to be all wild and spins around at rather great speed. i was going about 100 and the road was still a bit wet, so the spinning continues. in a flash of idiocy, i steer against the way i'm going and land the car on the paddock, which about 2 seconds later comes to a full halt, upright. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
after starting to breathe again (i've never ever put a scratch on a car, let alone make it jump off the road at a respectable velocity before thi unfortunate incident) i turn on the engine, and it works like a dream!! yay! so i try to reverse, but other than some relatively friendly-looking but a little elusive white smoke and a revving noise not much appears to happen at all. hmmm. crap.
so out i go, sussing out the sitchyooaishen and it doesn't look too bad. the ground where i came off the road is a bit higher, so I'm now about 50 cms above the road on a grassy bit of turf and the grass behind me is totally ploughed away for about a metre and reveals bare naked soil. after inspecting the car i realise that the wheels have dug themselves into the soil, the tyres peeled off the rims (but only on one side strangely enough, as i only hit the ground with the car's left) and i'm not going anywhere with this car tonight. SHITE!! so i call dad, who wants to know how I am (i'm fine, really) and how the car is. i say the car's fine too, we just need to put the tyres back on the rim's and bob's your uncle. (schweizerInnen die hier immer noch stoisch weiterlesen: bob's your uncle heisst etwa so viel wie: voila!) so he picks me up, drives me home and the next day we leave REAL early to pop those tyres back on, easy as pie. in broad daylight, the whole thing looks not so tragic, but i keep getting told that i was extremely lucky (which i was, as the car could've VERY easily flipped over and i had also just filled the tank with 38 litres of really quite combustible liquid before leaving lismore. ie: death could've also been an option) still counting those lucky stars, but it's rather difficult.
anyway: so i notice that the bonnet appears to be a bit crooked, just lapping over the side panel a few milimetres but don't think much of it. as it turns out, it is absolutely impossible to put tyres back on rims (one could at least hope...) so we screw on two spares wheel and drive the thing into town, which it does, hooray, but a bit wobbly, like. we bring it to the tyre place and they say that we should bring it to the aligners to see if everything is still straight. dad notices how one of the tyres is somehow bent inwards, which we both interpreted as not the best of signs. and we were right: the aligner supposedly said that the (overlapping) bonnet is actually the only thing that's still straight in the whole bloody vehicle, the rest is bent to buggery. estiated fixing costs: A$4'000. ouch. estimated value of vehicle: A$4000. hmmm.
about 345'877 sorries and guilty-laden looks from my part later my otherwise beloved father calms down and realises that the car is fully insured and that it's not really that bad. what really IS annoying though is the fact that he had only just put on 2 new tyres, paid for registration and general fixing costs about 2 grand 3 weeks ago, ensuring a trusty car for the next 2 years at least...and to all those who wonder what happened to me: absolutely nothing! i was sooooo lucky. a tiny bump on my shin, a sore neck for a day and that's IT. so i guess it could've been a lot worse. still crap though.
gg; 4:18 am
Sunday, May 22, 2005
oh, by the way, i crashed my parents' car on wednesday night coming home from the gallery. was going a bit fast around this cute and innocent-looking corner when it suddenly lashed out at me, sprinkled gravel under my tyres and made this wooden thing come up to my bonnet really fast. i freaked, yanked the wheel around (phew, missed that stupid and upandcoming wooden thing.) but the the car decides to be all wild and spins around at rather great speed. i was going about 100 and the road was still a bit wet, so the spinning continues. in a flash of idiocy, i steer against the way i'm going and land the car on the paddock, which about 2 seconds later comes to a full halt, upright. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
after starting to breathe again (i've never ever put a scratch on a car, let alone make it jump off the road at a respectable velocity before thi unfortunate incident) i turn on the engine, and it works like a dream!! yay! so i try to reverse, but other than some relatively friendly-looking but a little elusive white smoke and a revving noise not much appears to happen at all. hmmm. crap.
so out i go, sussing out the sitchyooaishen and it doesn't look too bad. the ground where i came off the road is a bit higher, so I'm now about 50 cms above the road on a grassy bit of turf and the grass behind me is totally ploughed away for about a metre and reveals bare naked soil. after inspecting the car i realise that the wheels have dug themselves into the soil, the tyres peeled off the rims (but only on one side strangely enough, as i only hit the ground with the car's left) and i'm not going anywhere with this car tonight. SHITE!! so i call dad, who wants to know how I am (i'm fine, really) and how the car is. i say the car's fine too, we just need to put the tyres back on the rim's and bob's your uncle. (schweizerInnen die hier immer noch stoisch weiterlesen: bob's your uncle heisst etwa so viel wie: voila!) so he picks me up, drives me home and the next day we leave REAL early to pop those tyres back on, easy as pie. in broad daylight, the whole thing looks not so tragic, but i keep getting told that i was extremely lucky (which i was, as the car could've VERY easily flipped over and i had also just filled the tank with 38 litres of really quite combustible liquid before leaving lismore. ie: death could've also been an option) still counting those lucky stars, but it's rather difficult.
anyway: so i notice that the bonnet appears to be a bit crooked, just lapping over the side panel a few milimetres but don't think much of it. as it turns out, it is absolutely impossible to put tyres back on rims (one could at least hope...) so we screw on two spares wheel and drive the thing into town, which it does, hooray, but a bit wobbly, like. we bring it to the tyre place and they say that we should bring it to the aligners to see if everything is still straight. dad notices how one of the tyres is somehow bent inwards, which we both interpreted as not the best of signs. and we were right: the aligner supposedly said that the (overlapping) bonnet is actually the only thing that's still straight in the whole bloody vehicle, the rest is bent to buggery. estiated fixing costs: A$4'000. ouch. estimated value of vehicle: A$4000. hmmm.
about 345'877 sorries and guilty-laden looks from my part later my otherwise beloved father calms down and realises that the car is fully insured and that it's not really that bad. what really IS annoying though is the fact that he had only just put on 2 new tyres, paid for registration and general fixing costs about 2 grand 3 weeks ago, ensuring a trusty car for the next 2 years at least...and to all those who wonder what happened to me: absolutely nothing! i was sooooo lucky. a tiny bump on my shin, a sore neck for a day and that's IT. so i guess it could've been a lot worse. still crap though.
gg; 4:18 am
oh, by the way, i crashed my parents' car on wednesday night coming home from the gallery. was going a bit fast around this cute and innocent-looking corner when it suddenly lashed out at me, sprinkled gravel under my tyres and made this wooden thing come up to my bonnet really fast. i freaked, yanked the wheel around (phew, missed that stupid and upandcoming wooden thing.) but the the car decides to be all wild and spins around at rather great speed. i was going about 100 and the road was still a bit wet, so the spinning continues. in a flash of idiocy, i steer against the way i'm going and land the car on the paddock, which about 2 seconds later comes to a full halt, upright. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
after starting to breathe again (i've never ever put a scratch on a car, let alone make it jump off the road at a respectable velocity before thi unfortunate incident) i turn on the engine, and it works like a dream!! yay! so i try to reverse, but other than some relatively friendly-looking but a little elusive white smoke and a revving noise not much appears to happen at all. hmmm. crap.
so out i go, sussing out the sitchyooaishen and it doesn't look too bad. the ground where i came off the road is a bit higher, so I'm now about 50 cms above the road on a grassy bit of turf and the grass behind me is totally ploughed away for about a metre and reveals bare naked soil. after inspecting the car i realise that the wheels have dug themselves into the soil, the tyres peeled off the rims (but only on one side strangely enough, as i only hit the ground with the car's left) and i'm not going anywhere with this car tonight. SHITE!! so i call dad, who wants to know how I am (i'm fine, really) and how the car is. i say the car's fine too, we just need to put the tyres back on the rim's and bob's your uncle. (schweizerInnen die hier immer noch stoisch weiterlesen: bob's your uncle heisst etwa so viel wie: voila!) so he picks me up, drives me home and the next day we leave REAL early to pop those tyres back on, easy as pie. in broad daylight, the whole thing looks not so tragic, but i keep getting told that i was extremely lucky (which i was, as the car could've VERY easily flipped over and i had also just filled the tank with 38 litres of really quite combustible liquid before leaving lismore. ie: death could've also been an option) still counting those lucky stars, but it's rather difficult.
anyway: so i notice that the bonnet appears to be a bit crooked, just lapping over the side panel a few milimetres but don't think much of it. as it turns out, it is absolutely impossible to put tyres back on rims (one could at least hope...) so we screw on two spares wheel and drive the thing into town, which it does, hooray, but a bit wobbly, like. we bring it to the tyre place and they say that we should bring it to the aligners to see if everything is still straight. dad notices how one of the tyres is somehow bent inwards, which we both interpreted as not the best of signs. and we were right: the aligner supposedly said that the (overlapping) bonnet is actually the only thing that's still straight in the whole bloody vehicle, the rest is bent to buggery. estiated fixing costs: A$4'000. ouch. estimated value of vehicle: A$4000. hmmm.
about 345'877 sorries and guilty-laden looks from my part later my otherwise beloved father calms down and realises that the car is fully insured and that it's not really that bad. what really IS annoying though is the fact that he had only just put on 2 new tyres, paid for registration and general fixing costs about 2 grand 3 weeks ago, ensuring a trusty car for the next 2 years at least...and to all those who wonder what happened to me: absolutely nothing! i was sooooo lucky. a tiny bump on my shin, a sore neck for a day and that's IT. so i guess it could've been a lot worse. still crap though.
gg; 4:18 am
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