I never finished this blog post. Honestly, it's been sitting in my "drafts" for years. But I still thought it might be worth it to post it all these years later, even if it is unfinished. This happened in September 2010.
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Lex is accident prone. Every fender has a nick, a bump, and a smash.
And I'm sure I hurt his ego a tiny bit with this one.
I was driving home from weeding Reva's yard (I'm sensing a reoccurring pattern here) and I was less than five minutes away from my parent's house. I was by the Smith's on 2600 North and looked down towards my stereo -- that glance was just long enough -- I looked up and realized that the truck in front of me had put on its brake lights and decided to turn left.
There was also enough time for me to react. And when I say "react" I mean I let out an "Aw crap," and swerved dramatically to the right to avoid fully colliding into the truck. Thank heavens I didn't pull off into any oncoming traffic and the truck proceeded to turn left, but I definitely knicked something.
I get out of my car and can't see any initial damage. Sweet! The truck pulls off to the side and a woman steps out. She looks at the truck, sees no damage, yells across the street to see if I'm okay, and tells me "No harm done! No need to stop. You can keep going!"
But...it just so happens that there was a policeman right in front of us...who heard the whole thing. So he whips around behind me and hops out of his car. He asks what happened, and I explain. In closer examination, I realize that I smashed my light out. The same light that got smashed when the lady ran into my parked car. But the tape job my dad performed on it survived! It was everything that wasn't taped that cracked.
