Sooooooo, got into my first car accident, and it didn't really involve any other car.
Karyn, Kerstin, and I were driving home from Delta, and it had been snowing. It was around 4:15 when we were on our way home. I'm driving int he left hand lane, lights on, 4 wheel drive on, and not going too fast. A Bay Metro bus decides to cut in front of us, with no lights on, no blinker, and then decides to slow down. I touch my brakes, I didn't slam, because I know that you're not supposed to slam your brakes with ABS (of which i thought I had.)
That was a mistake.
My car started to swerve, so I turn my wheels, taking my foot off of the brake. That didn't help and we kept going, so then I decided to apply all the brakes, still not slamming, and turning the wheel. We went across the other lane, turned around in a circle twice on the street, then went over a curb, over a reflector pole, and into a snow drift, where all I could see was white.
I should say right now, that we passed an intersection, and the street was fairly busy, and there was a large ditch. We hit no one, missed the car in the intersection, and if the car would have leaned or slid any further we would have started to roll into the ditch. Things could have been so much worse.
Now for me, all I saw was every single thing and person that I could have hit. Time seemed to speed up and I was asking any God that would listen to me. My exact thoughts were, '
lease, anyone, please.' I've been told that I kept saying Oh, god, oh god oh god, over and over again.
This fantastic man must have saw us from the gas station that we passed and he drove over in his truck and pulled us out of the snow, for the passenger side of the car was well and truly buried in the snow. I can not thank him enough. But it wasn't until after he had drive away that I saw that one of my tires was flat. I have a spare tire, but I didn't have anything int he back that would help me, no jack, nothing to loosen the lugnuts, nothing. So I called my grandpa, he was the first person I thought of since hes dealt with five kids driving.
Well it took him a while, due to other things happening, and we were sitting there for about an hour before he showed up. In that hour, no one stopped to check on us, with our hazards on, and no cops. Then I see the lights, and we're told that someone else is on their way to make sure that no one else swerves and hits us. Eventually my grandpa comes and we manage to get the car into the gas station parking lot. The tire has a large leak in it, and at the time we thought it was a hole and I would need to get a new tire.
I was later told by Karyn and Kerstin that the girls in the gas station Saw us slide out, but DIDN"T DO A DAMN THING. They could have at least called us for some help!! I'm pissed at them and that's probably the last time I go to that gas station. But I had to call a wrecker to come out, and so Karyn's grandpa came out to take the girls home. To make the rest short, the seal on my tire broke, and my grandpa was able to fix it so I don't need to get a new one.
I'm starting to feel sore, like my mom said I would, from being so tense when it all actually happened. I came home and broke down crying, 4 hours later, and I called some people, told some people what happened, and I've got a chill that just won't leave me.
The good: No one was hurt, my car is basically undamaged (as of now) except for the tire.
The bad: It could have been SOO MUCH WORSE, it's not even funny. We could have tipped, my airbag could have gone off, we could have hit someone. And now I'm driving my mom's car, and I'll be going extra slow, even though I was already going slow in the first place, and nothing was my fault.
I think I'm gonna go off and cry a little more now. And get rid of this chill.
Wooooo
Unheard
Distressed
Tired
