In my last blog, I mentioned my three favorite words uttered by my hubby. Well, a few days later, I heard three little words I hope never to hear again.
“I’ve been t-boned.”
I got the call just after bellying up to the bar (my kitchen bar) after a long day of work. I figured Amp was having trouble picking out his school uniform shirts. Ha. If only it was that.
Instead, he informed me that he’d been in a wreck. He was quick to assure me he was fine. He was at an intersection trying to turn left. The oncoming traffic at that intersection is blocked by a building that sits right along the street. He was trying to see around it, and watch to the left, and take note of the cars in the turn lane, when the driver across the street motioned it was okay for him to cross. He began to pull out when he noticed a car was coming from the right. He slowed down which surprised the big truck coming at him from the left. The truck ran smack dab into the driver and passenger door. Airbags exploded, he continued rolling forward, and eventually came to a stop on the other side of the street.
My hubby happened to be picking up Mario from school, so he was first on the scene. I came shortly after to lend sympathy and support, and to drive him home since Hubby and Mario were on the motorcycle.
For the second time since we’ve had it, the Fit was towed away after being broadsided. This time I don’t think we’ll be as lucky. Hubby thinks it may be totaled which will be devastating to Amp. He absolutely LOVED that car and wanted to buy it from us after he graduated.
The airbags look like shades to me. I’ve never seen them out before, but they definitely did their job. I hate to think what may have happened to him if they hadn’t been there.
While we are certainly relieved that Amp is okay, all of us are saddened that our sweet, money saving, reliable, everything fits Fit may never come home.
In fact, it’s so loved I wrote a blog about it over a year ago. I ended that tale with:
My penny pinching 15 year old has already called first dibs on it when we’re ready to sell. We plan to keep it as a 3rd family car until all kids have their license and are out of the house. With the Honda name, and their excellent service, we expect it to last a very long time.
Funny, how we’ve all become so attached to it. It’s the exact definition of “wussy-ish”, but it’s like the runt in the family. It’s determined to keep up with the bigger boys, it tends to forget its size, and it’s claimed a soft spot in all of our hearts.
Please get the blog juju flowing. Or at the very least send money. Let’s all work together to bring ALVin home!