There I am, driving to work, minding my own business and suddenly I've been spun round across 4 lanes of on-coming traffic and am facing the wrong way. I can honestly say that I shat my pants! And I wasn't hit by a car of equal size to my tiddly Vauxhall Corsa, oh no, I was hit by a stonker of an Iveco 430 articulated lorry. All I could do was sit there and scream. Luckily, the lorry driver stopped and was actually a really nice dude.
Managed to get my car to my reliable mechanic. I need a new driver side door and wing mirror. And clearly my tracking has been royally fucked over. I'm all right though. My right arm hurts and my neck is a bit sore. Sorted it out with insurance, they're gonna go look at my car go mmmhmm (mmmhmm? That's a perfectly good car, it at least deserves a fucking WOWEEEE!). At the moment it seems like the cost of repair is more than my car is worth. Shocking. Might be a write-off. Hark, is that the sound of a Honda Civic starting? Woo!
Just to get an idea of what I was driving and what hit me... There's an Iveco 430 atric. lorry, and there's a Vauxhall Corsa... *sigh*
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