Well, today it finally happened. My dad picked me up in the Viper and turned left onto a main road. He gets on it a little and goes to get into the left to go around someone making a turn in the right hand lane. It just so happens that in the left hand lane, there was a BMW
to make a left.............SCREEETTTCCCHH!!! My dad jammed on his brakes but since the Viper doesn't have anti lock brakes, the wheels locked up and we slammed the bejesus out of the poor guy in the BMW. The airbags went off and mine popped me in my face and gave me a bloody nose...meh. "Tom, you alright!?" "Yeah dad, i'm fine, are you ok!?" "Yeah". We both busted the doors open and charged over to the BMW to see if the driver was ok. He was on his cell phone and just shooed us away. That was the first time it ever felt good to be shooed away as it showed he was probably unscathed. When we got back to his car, the first thing i asked was- "So um dad? How F'd up am i?" I figured maybe my nose was broken as it was bleeding but nothing else was wrong. We had just wrecked the Viper but everyone was ok so it didn't even matter for the time being. Some really nice volunteer firefighters jumped out and checked on us. We were ok until some lady cop with a bad attitude showed up. She goes "YOU MUSTA BEEN DOIN 90, THERE ARE OVER 100 FEET OF SKIDMARKS!!!". There's no way we were doing anything that even resembled 90. Then they were trying to push his car out of the way so i walked over and asked them if it was in gear since as we all know, that would prevent it from moving. She was behind the wheel and her response was "PFHHH, NO!!". Whoa, sorry for trying to help you. Everyone else was surprisingly nice. We had tons of people watching. I was like we posted a sign that said "Free money this way" with an arrow pointing to us. Luckily, my fathers girlfriends dad owns a body shop so he's gonna fix it. We were both wearing our seatbelts which probably prevented anything really bad from happening to us. I had to drive my dads van to meet him at the body shop as he went with the flat bed guy so i guess i didn't develope a fear of driving. My dad drove me home so i guess he's not afraid to drive either. I really hope the other guy is doing as well physically and mentally as we are
Somehow, the rear view mirror got hit by something but i don't remember my head hitting it and neither does my pops. Oh well. My dad's rear brakes were starting to go so that might have been part of the reason we didn't stop fast enough. We weren't even going all that fast which is odd. Anyhow, drive safe guys, there's too much at risk to go getting into car accidents.


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