Like almost everyone else in the region, I trekked home and back for Thanksgiving. It’s not going home that I really don’t like. It’s returning. If I come back on Sunday, my easy four hour drive turns into a six-hour nightmare of stop. inch forward. stop. inch forward. stop. go for 100 yards and quickly swerve to avoid the … SMASH.
I had my first bumper bashing on Sunday. I was looking zoned out, looking 10 cars into the distance. I was waiting to find the next exit so I could start a sideroad meander to avoid the rest of the traffic. That’s when a tapped the Hyundai from Ohio. Sigh. Really, the damage isn’t that bad, but it was hard to tell since it was dark. No matter, it will no doubt cost $1,000 to repair because every car repair is that much, no matter how small.
And yes, my Jetta has some damage of its own. Not much. But enough that I fear the size of my next insurance premium.
I like going back to Pittsburgh. But next year I’m returning on Saturday or Monday.
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