Almost took out a guard rail. Ho-shit it was pretty intense.
I'm fine.
Nothing broken, just a few sore ribs (my arm went out the window and my ribcage hit the arm rest as a result.) The hood's bent up, and the front right quarter-panel is dented up pretty good. Ive got a smashed right turn-signal, but other than that, nothings really wrong with it.
I get better gas mileage now-free hood scoop. Ha ha.
Ok, I know that's totally not funny. But we're totally lucky to be alive. If the guard rail had given way, Joe and I would be cliff pancakes.
A few dents and scrapes is hardly a fair price for keeping our lives.
I'm just glad we got out of it safely.
who needs a freaking car? I don't think I've ever been happier to have a fucked up car.
You go hello-kitty sticker car. You're even more bad-ass now.
Here's the deal. Don't get over-confident on a curve. Just because you've got front wheel drive doesn't mean your back-end wont swing out from underneath you.
But!
Im alive. Joe's alive (shit, he's at WORK. such a trooper)
And we're healthy....
now i just have to get my mom to stop freaking out.
