April 8th - 0-10

Things you learn from crashing headlong into a concrete barrier at around 50 mph:

1. Seatbelts are painful, but they do their job.
2. Air bags are stinky.
3. Air bags are somewhat girlie. Why were mine the colors of Delta Zeta?
4. The police officers can sometimes be quite fair and understanding.
5. You're at a bad place in life where all that's running through your head as you're spinning wildly out of control on a highway are dollar signs.

But yeah, I won't bore you with details. Hit some ice on the highway Tuesday morning, and immediately lost control of the car. Crashed into the barrier dividing the highway, and came to rest in my center lane. This is where the "could've been worse" part comes in. I hit no one, and no one hit me as I sat in the middle of the highway just past an icy bridge. I immediately got the car pushed to the side of the road, right next to two other cars who were just involved in an accident because of the same ice patch. Another person had already hit it and smacked into the barrier, but kept going, then another person did the same right after me. When the police officer came to the scene, he hit it, too, but didn't crash. Because of this, Constable O'Malley (not his real name, likely, but I prefer to believe all policemen are named Constable O'Malley), didn't cite any of us.

My insurance company, however, likely won't take that into consideration.

They didn't even want to see the car. Considering its age (I got it in December of '97) and its mileage, they just told me to clean it out so they could send it down to Columbus for appraisal. I await that number with dread. I can't afford a car payment.

Sadly, all of this completely overshadowed a Wild win to keep us in the playoff hunt, and the fact that I'm getting back an additional $2,200 in taxes (although not for two to three months).

As for yesterday, nothing happened that would prevent a successful PAT.

Life extends its lead to 0-10.