Poor Cow Car

I got into a car accident this past Friday. The repair shop is looking into possible causes, but one of the ladies who work there thinks it might have been the rear tire-blowout. Once that happened, the car swerved from side to side and hit the right rail of the 580 overpass (I was in the left lane) at least a couple of times before I got the car back in control.

The whole experience now seems a bit like a dream. The reality of it comes mostly in the fact that I now walk, bus, or ask for rides. I don't think I am that eager to drive until I find out exactly what caused the accident.

My life did not flash before me. While part of me fought hard to regain control, part of me thought matter-of-factly, "So this is how I go." I was proud of myself, however, for keeping cool in a situation like this.

I am very lucky that no other car was around me, and that I did not injure anyone else. Although when I think about my insurance costs going through the roof, along with pending law school application fees, I feel broke as well.