I wanted to take a daytrip to one of my favorite towns. At about 200 miles into my trip, I had to cross the Mackinac Bridge, which links Michigan's Lower Peninsula to the Upper Peninsula...
Well, while crossing the bridge, I fucked up...and now my Dad's car is all smashed. I had to go to the hospital. I'm on crutches because of a sprained knee, I have a bad abrasion on my collarbone area from my seatbelt, and my body just aches like crazy.
The other car involved? A beautiful Corvette convertible. Ouch. They were an older couple from Indiana, driving up to Mackinac Island to celebrate their 44th anniversary. Double ouch.
The song that was playing when it happened? I kid you not..."Daddy's Gonna Pay For Your Crashed Car".
Dad wasn't even mad at me. He was so nice. It took him about 4 hours to get to me. When he walked in my hospital room, the first thing he said was, "Now I don't have to worry about cleaning the bugs off the front of the car!"
He also said, "Wow...you'll do ANYTHING to get out of paying that bridge toll!" 
Seriously though...I am so damn upset...and now I'm terrified to drive. Dad said he feels bad that I missed out on my trip and that once the car is fixed, I can go take my trip. I'm too scared to though.
I still can't believe it happened. After my car stopped, I just stared through the windshield at the hood all crunched up, and it didn't seem real.
After Dad picked me up at the hospital, we went to the place the car had been towed to so we could get my CDs and stuff. I had an open briefcase full of them, and they naturally went flying. Many came out of the cases and are all scratched to hell. I'm scared to even try playing them, for fear of my beloved discs skipping like crazy.
Dad was examining the damage, and he said, "Hey! We still have a headlight left!" He touched it, and it fell out...which set me off crying again...not that that was hard to do. I don't think I have ever cried so much in one day.
Well, while crossing the bridge, I fucked up...and now my Dad's car is all smashed. I had to go to the hospital. I'm on crutches because of a sprained knee, I have a bad abrasion on my collarbone area from my seatbelt, and my body just aches like crazy.
The other car involved? A beautiful Corvette convertible. Ouch. They were an older couple from Indiana, driving up to Mackinac Island to celebrate their 44th anniversary. Double ouch.
The song that was playing when it happened? I kid you not..."Daddy's Gonna Pay For Your Crashed Car".
Dad wasn't even mad at me. He was so nice. It took him about 4 hours to get to me. When he walked in my hospital room, the first thing he said was, "Now I don't have to worry about cleaning the bugs off the front of the car!"
He also said, "Wow...you'll do ANYTHING to get out of paying that bridge toll!" Seriously though...I am so damn upset...and now I'm terrified to drive. Dad said he feels bad that I missed out on my trip and that once the car is fixed, I can go take my trip. I'm too scared to though.
I still can't believe it happened. After my car stopped, I just stared through the windshield at the hood all crunched up, and it didn't seem real.
After Dad picked me up at the hospital, we went to the place the car had been towed to so we could get my CDs and stuff. I had an open briefcase full of them, and they naturally went flying. Many came out of the cases and are all scratched to hell. I'm scared to even try playing them, for fear of my beloved discs skipping like crazy.
Dad was examining the damage, and he said, "Hey! We still have a headlight left!" He touched it, and it fell out...which set me off crying again...not that that was hard to do. I don't think I have ever cried so much in one day.
I'm scared. 
