On friday the 4th of january 2013, i drove into a waste management garbage truck while on my way to babysit. Ill admit i was speeding, but it was mostly the truck drivers failure to completely cross the road that caused the accident and for thinking he could make it across. Thankfully I'm alright, disregarding both airbags deployed. but my poor Lilyann, a 1998 ford mustang is pretty beat up. I only hit his butt but she still came apart around the left of the front bumper, side fender, and driver door.
Im posting this because you dont know how your day is going to be. how it'll start, end, what you'll end up with by the time your in bed for night. We just dont know. I cant process how fast i went from driving to babysit to stepping out of my car, bawling from shock. I wasnt upset because of the wreck but because i truly loved that car. She was my first and she ran so great. I pray i can get her back into one piece.
We humans  underestimate how fast things. We choose to ignore those things that we fear. Now to just hope insurance can settle this.
I hate not having a car :C but im glad im okay..