I promised I’d blog about my car crash, so I guess that’s what I’m doing.
As weird as it sounds, one of the first things I thought of after I crashed my car, right after I checked to make sure I still had all of my bones (I have them numbered for just such an occasion), was that it would be something cool to blog about. That thought was actually made even more strange due to the fact that I didn’t actually have a blog yet. But I’m getting side tracked. Back to the twisting of metal.
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I just wrote out the story of how I crashed my car and, I’ll be honest with you, it isn’t interesting. Not even a little. I sat here for about 20 minutes thinking about how to use more ‘active verbs’ or ‘flowery language’ or ‘porno’ in order to force the story to be interesting, but it just isn’t happening. What is interesting is this: I had fun crashing my car. The last thing I planned on doing that day was slamming the back end of my car into the concrete divider of a highway at 60 mph, and I’d certainly never do it on purpose. But even right after it happened, I kinda thought to myself, ”that was pretty effin’ cool.” Imagine a roller coaster ride where from begining to end you are fully aware that you very well could die right where you sit. That sounds a bit morbid reading back over it, but I’m telling you, a car crash is the purist’s roller coaster.
You can pay to jump out of planes, it won’t be long before people start buying tickets to slam late model American cars into obstacles on a highway.
Tags: Cars
