We make assumptions about people all the time don’t we? One of the things that is/was always assumed about me and that I am guilty of assuming about people is that I could drive. I can now but most people don’t know that actually I’ve only been the proud owner of a license, car, car insurance and everything else for just over two years and there’s a reason…
I didn’t have lessons booked for the minute I turned 17. I wasn’t overly bothered if I’m honest as I was on a good bus route and couldn’t really afford it. However, once I got to uni and was back and forth visiting, I definitely thought it would be a good idea to have some lessons and pass my test and grab myself a little run around. I had a few lessons and got into the swing of it and was loving it. They weren’t regular, I just had one or two each time I popped home and mostly with family in a car they’d insured me on.
One weekend, I’d come home to visit family about two thirds of the way through my first year. I’d gone to visit a friend and my mum’s bestie (now ex and not my story to tell but what is it with bloody friends?!?) came to collect me with her daughter in the back in my mums little cabriolet.
By this point we lived out in the sticks, where we still live but are currently in the process of selling, surrounded by long windy country lanes. We were on the last stretch of road before getting to our village when as we came round a sharp bend, racing towards us we came face to face with a double decker bus full of school children.
It happened so quickly, she swerved to miss the bus and my passenger side of the car broke through a half height brick wall and dipped down into a river/stream that ran through the village. Both my mums friend and her daughter were okay, but I ended up with the right half of my chest completely black with bruising, a chipped tooth, a cut in my neck and whiplash. Want to know the best bit?? The bus didn’t stop!! It just carried on. The car had crumpled like a tin can and it hadn’t even stopped.
Luckily a minute later the lovely posty stopped, got us all in his van and bundled us 2 minutes up the road home. We got checked over and were all okay,
but the doctor had to prescribe me Valium for 48 hours to calm me down enough to get me back in a car to get back to University. It took a very very long time before I was comfortable in a car again and even now I still don’t feel all that happy on country roads and if a big lorry or tractor comes speeding along I slow right down and just let them get past… I’m even more sensible now I have Alyssa in the car but find I am a much better driver than passenger.
My mums poor little car was a total right off – thank goodness for car insurance
! Looking at pictures of it the next day was terrible and she ended up getting a slightly sturdier car after this. She has a nice little cabriolet now but only she drives it!
It was an absolutely horrific experience and one I relived over and over again afterwards. Apart from family and the odd friend, I hardly ever let anyone drive me now I can drive myself because at least that way I have some control. I trust myself now, it’s just everyone else I’m worried about. Have you ever been in a crash? How did you feel after?
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