B.G. Willers

Un-freakin-believable

Proof of devine intervention. I don’t know how else to explain it.

I was heading to work yesterday an the roads in Manhattan are slick as…well, ice. Polished ice. And I notice that the traffic has come to a stop up ahead, and at the same time a fire truck is coming from behind. So I get over to the right, as does everyone else. Then after the fire truck passes, I get in the left lane to turn left and turn around in a parkinWHAM!. I get nailed in left rear corner by a little red Ford Escort. So I hobble into the parking lot thinking…”Well this had to happen sooner or later.” Thinking that the hooptie has seen it’s days.

So the girl that hit me, and I exchange information. Apparently we weren’t the only ones trading paint, because she said she called the cops and they were only taking emergency calls. So I head back to the car to look over the damage. Looks like the left rear blinker is busted out, but other than that, everything seems pretty cosmetic. So I get in the car, and drive on to work.

Later after work, I tested out all my lights. (I didn’t think to do that before I went to work. =P ) And come to find out, all the lights still work, just the plastic cover to the blinker broke. Now, not to say that you can’t tell I got schmacked. It’s a pretty big dent, but the car still drives, and all the lights work. It’s friggin street legal! So all I need to do is tape over the light so it doesn’t get too wet.

So so the Pontiac 6000 that was once in all its glory, continues to serve without fear, and without (too much) hesitation! Long live the hooptie!