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Category: Automotive
Here I am, going down the Kemah bridge, about to make a sharp turn.
Roads are wet and I didn't slow down enough, apparently.
The brakes lock a bit, and I slide right into the shoulder. Airbags deployed.
And... besides a bit of a dent and the windshield cracking more (and only in the spot it was ALREADY cracked in).... NOTHING'S WRONG WITH IT.
Seriously. It runs just like nothing happened.
I love this car. I'm taking it in to get the dent hammered out and fix the hood dent and get a new windshield.
I am so relieved/happy/calm/angry.
I <3 you Haruka. Yea, my car's name is Haruka. Oh yea. Sexy Japanese.
I might put a cattle-guard on her after this and see if it'll freak out people because they think Imma cop. <333
Good times, eh?
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