Today, as I eased down the alley, I was distracted by the blue hoody in the passenger seat of my really sweet mini-van. I’m not so sure what I found fascinating about the blue hoody – it’s several years old and rather unspectacular – but something about it grabbed and held my attention.
Grabbed and held.
Right up until the right front tire of my really sweet min-van eased into the grass at the side of the alley; at that point I looked up and noticed I was on a collision course with a STOP sign. A STOP sign I’ve driven past almost daily for the last three years.
But I was barely moving.
And maybe this would be a good time to point out that the speed at which someone is moving has less to do with whether or not that person runs into something than braking does. For I’m convinced that had I been doing 100 miles per hour down the alley – and the mini-van, in all its sweetness, sports suspension, and NOS shit can easily hit 100 mph – I’d have not hit the STOP sign had I got on the brakes soon enough.
As it was, since I was barely moving, I sort of took a lazy approach to braking. The result was I used the actual STOP sign to help me stop.
Damage was almost non-existent – a small scrape that has done nothing to make the mini-van any less sweet.
(Oh, I’ve no idea who that dog belongs to or why he/she is wearing a sweater. It might be Daisy … a friend’s animal.)
Good lawd! Don’t scare me like that…I thought you were going to end the story that you hit the poor doggy!
So how sweet is this minivan?
That is fricking hilarious!
I am relearning, basically, how to drive a stick. Like, I just got back. So we’d make quite a pair on the road!!
Delmer,
It’s good to hear that the stop sign was perfectly placed to assist your stoppage.
No telling what sort of trouble you’d have gotten into had it not been there.
One of those “oh yeah, I’m driving” moments…
This is really YOUR story~ isn’t it Delmer Day Dreamer??!!! ,
I looked over to my left and there was a woman In a brand new Holden
Calais doing 110 kms per hr with her
face up next to her rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner.
I looked away for a couple seconds !
And when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on
that makeup.
As a man, I don’t scare easily, but she scared me so much I dropped my
electric shaver, which knocked
the egg mcmuffin out of my other hand.
In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees
against the steering wheel, it knocked
my Mobile phone away from my ear which fell into the coffee between my
legs, splashed, and burned
big Jim and the Twins, ruined the darn phone, soaked my trousers, and
disconnected an important call.
Ginger: The neon-pink sweater makes that dog hard not to see.
Sarah: I’ll be posting a photo so you can admire its sweetness.
Sybil: I’ve not driven a stick in such a long time I’d have to relearn as well.
Thomas: The little city I live in is very proactive when it comes to putting up signs to help its citizens. I’m always glad to see my tax dollars going to good use.
Heather D: How true.
Jo: Lol. It’s a good thing the wide-open-spaces are extra wide and open down under.
I’m glad this story had a funny ending and not a sad one. The picture of the dog sort of worried me.
So, well, where is the picture of this mini van?
Tori: The dog may have been a poor choice for a picture. I’ll need to think more on things like that in the future.
Jannelle: It’s up.