Wow...how ironic.

My last post, which was about a week ago today, was about how much I love my Jeep, and how it'll last me through college. Well, last Thursday, I was in an accident with Ole' Creepers Jeepers.

I'll start from the time I left school.

A soon as I got out of my Chem. lab on Thursday afternoon, around 4:30, I trekked out to my car. It was parked in the big parking lot, in the third tier of cars (a LONG way out). As I walked towards the truck/car, I remembered that the seat belt wasn't working properly and that I needed to fix it before I went anywhere, and so I did. I got to the car, played with the seat belt until it clicked back into place, and I happened on my merry way.

On the interstate.

When I was leaving school last Thursday, I was heading to my girlfriend's house in Prattville, as is now tradition every Thursday. While on the interstate, past Perry Hill exit, but before Ann St Exit, I realized that I needed to stop by my house for something. First, I live right off of Ann St, but I have a self-diagnosed case of A.D.D. I can't keep a single track of mind long enough eat a bowl of cereal. I forgot to get over far enough, and I missed my exit. So, I said never mind. It wasn't worth fighting 5 o'clock Montgomery traffic to turn around and get whatever it was. I continued on to Prattville.

Off the interstate.

I got off on the Millbrook exit by Wal-mart and The DQ, and it started to pour. The roads got slick, my control was close to gone, and my windshield wipers sucked. Well, around the same time, I remembered that I needed to call work to make sure I had a certain day off. I didn't think about the rain. I was in a Jeep, everything would be alright. I headed down 14 towards Prattville, in the down pour, on the phone, with little visibility. When the speed limit changed, I watched the speed-o-meter as it moved down to around 40, and then I looked up. Brakes locked. Tires hydroplaned. I rear ended a huge Lincoln Aviator at a small, backed-up, neighborhood intersection.

The phone flew from my hand. Everything that was now is, meaning every possible item that was in the rear of the Jeep had now flown into the front floor boards. My seat belt caught and held my body from soaring through the windshield, and the little crack on the windshield turned into a very large crack.

My entire body on the Jeep's right side, shifted back, and messed my hood up. Over the weekend, I spent all my time trying to fix the Jeep, going to my brother's wedding, and trying to calm down. Never should anyone want to wreck. I feel bad for hurting the Jeep.