Thursday night on my way home from the Crazy Fox, I almost got broadsided by a guy running a red light on Fifth Street downtown. Luckily, something felt wrong, and I checked the intersection before I went, because BAM, there goes little likely drunk red car through the intersection.
And I found myself thinking, wouldn't that be ironic and anticlimactic, if my lemon Hyundai was totaled after all the crap I've been through?
However, I've seen enough of the crash test results on my size car to know that, side air bags aside, I would not have fared well in that crash, so it's probably all for the best.
Unless next week I get in a stall-caused crash or something...
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