I don’t. I’m just not experienced.
Today, I picked up my step-brother’s car in Laguna Beach, navigated the twisty turny road, got to the 133, then the 5, and then the 90 (heh) and finally Imperial Drive. Everything was great, until that last turn.
I was in a car accident.
The details I will not recount, mostly since the insurance claim isn’t settled, so I have no idea how it’ll all work out. But oy. 800 damned feet from the office. I’m okay, if sore and shaken, the car… well it needs some work. It was my brother’s Mercedes Benz too. I’m never going to hear the end of it.
The worst part is that I was doing so well and I was pleased. I was being cautious, since I knew the car was sensitive (seriously, it’s a fucking race car!) and I know, I know, what I saw. And I’m still new at driving; three years as of Sept 9th. This does fucking wonders to my confidence. Then again… The accident is behind me. No one died, and Mom keeps telling me ‘It’s just a thing.’ Also she’s making me drive more.
It doesn’t make me less freaked that the repairs are to the tune of $6000. That’s money I don’t have. We’re brokering a plan, but now I have to pay for that and a washer/dryer and fridge? Jesus. Elf is broke. Don’t expect to see me traveling for fun any time soon.
Still. Thursday was awesome and sucky all at once. I’m looking forward to the move, now that I’ve seen the place. It’s not much bigger than the apartment I have now, but the layout is way better. My new office is retro industrial chic, and the people are really nice. Friday I drove the car (yes, I did) to the repair shop, and then Mom dragged me to lunch and a waxing. I’ve been waxed before, but never my upper lip. I’m kind of thinking it was okay.
I fly home today (Sunday) but in theory I get to spend some time with baby Ford first!