The 5 Steps On How I Crashed My Car

Hey all! Happy Sunday…I’m dreading classes tomorrow, especially because I’ve got a 9am  Political Science seminar tomorrow. Talk about a long Monday!

So all of you college students (including myself) have probably had your fair share of mistakes in your lives, and whether it involved beer, music or other miscellaneous blunders made while you’re still sober (This describes me, BTW.) Driving has always been an issue. A lot of my friends tell me stories of how they swerved out of control because of a raccoon or a squirrel that ran in front of their car. Other times they say it was the idiotic SUV in the lane behind them, but I have a TOTALLY different story. Wanna hear what not to do? Or exactly what to do if you’re me…Here are the five steps on how I crashed my car senior year of high school.

Oh, this also explains why I still don’t have my licence. (PS. No one got hurt, thank goodness 🙂 )

1. Have your angry ex-marine father make you get behind the wheel again after 3 months of sitting on the couch.

That’s right! I hadn’t driven in three months at the time of this indecent. My dad was really strict in high school, so just saying ‘Nope, not going driving’ would probably have been something out of Full Metal Jacket. I think the reason didn’t actually practice was because of those pesky high school math classes taking up all of my time. And the space in my peripheral vision apparently…

2. Forget Your Glasses on the counter and accidentally start driving down the highway without them.

My dad was already annoyed of how long it look to get in the car, but he didn’t want to turn around. Neither of us knew my vision was actually that bad at the time. We got down the road and we were working on turn signals when I accidentally veered onto the freeway. Cue the clueless soundtrack?

I was totally buggin…

3. Take another wrong turn onto an even bigger highway.

Yeah, so I made another wrong turn onto Great Seneca Highway, which if you don’t know, is a connecting highway in Maryland. I was terrified, while my dad was just sitting there waving his hand: “You’re fine, now veer off on this exit!”

4. Nearly take out a mailbox while backing up out of a farmer dude’s driveway.

I did actually manage to not hit the mailbox, but again, I was still terrified. We got back on the road and started to drive home…Just wait for it…

5. Actually get within 1 1/2 inches of the curb or from your own neighbor’s mailbox.

That’s actually how I crashed my car…my dad and I were literally less than 50 feet from my house, and I was unable to judge the distance on the final turn. I did not hit any mailboxes thank goodness, but I did end up crashing into the side of the entrance to my cul de sac. (That’s a fancy word for a dead end–street.)

So I ripped up some wiring, and punctured two tires- Yeah. My parents wouldn’t let me drive their car after that.

FYI, I am not suggesting you do ANY of this. This is just a fun article showing the steps- in reverse- of how I had my very first mishap driving. Trust me, we’ve all been there at one point or another. And yes, PLEASE go get your vision checked if this has happened to you. I sincerely hope it hasn’t.

Drive safe, America!

-Molly Catherine ❤

 

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