My plans for here on out is the typical holiday what-have-ya, then on the 28th, I’m going to head to Bend for a bit (weather permitting) to see Jess and pick out (hopefully) a caterer and photographer. Speaking of the wedding, I’ve already got the plane tickets for our trip back east.
Picture this:Sitting in the densest of traffic outside of Salem, heading north bound on I-5. Southbound, there are absolutely no cars at all, except for the ODOT truck that is pushing another car with it’s bumper. You sit there in amazement, trying to figure the conditions under which a person would need their car pushed down the freeway. You’re amazed by this phenomenon, so is everyone else around you–including the guy driving behind you, the guy who fails to stop his car until it smashed into the back of you car.
Yep, I got rear-ended on my way to the ‘Burn on Wednesday. Stopped in traffic, the guy behind me neglected to follow suit. Both my sister and I are ok, we’re lucky that it was a relatively slow speed. My car survived more or less intact, if you don’t pay attention to my muffler that now sits right above the road, from time to time kissing the pavement. That, and my bumper is a little messed up. However, this reassures me that I never want a little car, because the height of my car, sent the other car’s nose under me. His hood was bend all the way back to the windshield, slightly bending his radiator and busting ever single light in the front of his car. The coolest thing was that my exhaust pipe made a perfect puncture wound in his bumper–a perfect round circle was missing from his bumper, which I had an exhaust pipe plug consisting of plastic and Styrofoam. Not to mention, how the little metal hook under my bumper cut straight through his hood. In an instant, we went from watching what was happening on the side of the road to becoming the attraction at the side of the road.
The other guy was very nice about all of this, apologizing–he was very sincere. I’m just glad that the dog he had with him and his two friends was alright. The State Police showed up as well as two ODOT incident response trucks. At which point Meagan said to me, “now you’re the one who is to blame for holding up traffic.” To which the other driver said, “Actually, I think I’m the one to blame.” The State Trooper got all of our information but unfortunately wrote the other guy a ticket for following too close, which is a little more salt in the wound seeing as his car was probably totaled.
I then drove to Salem to a Honda dealership, met my dad and got an estimate on the damage. Looks about shy of $700. Wired my muffler (which was nicely bowed in and about 2 inches shorter) to the bottom of my car, then I drove back to Woodburn… ready to deal with the rest of the holiday. Hopefully this is only thing that happens over the Thanksgiving break.