BCK: Not A Value Meal
I only have 7 months left for potential Bad Car Karma (BCK) to strike. Then I will be in a metropolitan area that one can get around without a personal automobile. Anyone that has known me, knows that that I have huge car issues. Always. Beginning July 2007, I am rid of, for at least two years, CAR TROUBLES. Through my many years of car problems and encounters with others that have car problems, I always hear them say, "I didn't do anything, it just happens to me." For example, my brother Vishal ran into a light pole but said this, "It wasn't my fault, the other guy was about to run into me, I had to swerve and run into the pole. I didn't run into the pole." So the other guy held your steering wheel and swerved your car into the light pole? If it's not your fault, then who's fault is it? Did the pole move? Did someone move the pole to be in your way? Did the construction workers pave the roads wrong? I guess they didn't get the memo. Me on the other hand, I don't even have to go through denial. It's true, car problems come to me.
Since the ripe age of 16, I have had troubles with cars. I got my car, my dad's old car, about 4 months after I turned 16 and 3 days after it officially became my car, it was broken into. It was a Honda Accord '99 (I know, very Asian of me). It was sitting in front of our house in ghetto Arlington. You couldn't tell that it was broken into unless you went to the street side of the car because the thieves broke only the front passenger window and took my airbags. With this, the wiring in my car was negatively affected as well as the air conditioning. It never did work the same after that. It took almost three weeks to get this stupid thing fixed plus hours of bullshit with the insurance company.
Later that summer, I went to a friend's place to watch a movie. She lived about 20 minutes away from me. On my way back, I was stopped on the bridge of highway on-ramp and I was ticketed for going 70 mph (GOD FORBID) on the ramp because apparently with the surrounding construction the speed limit was 45 mph. The police officer was extremely stupid because if he saw where I got onto the bridge (there were three on-ramps to this bridge) he would have known that I was still under the impression that the speed limit was 65 mph plus it was midnight. My mom thought it was funny and my dad, who I thought would have chewed me out about the ticket, just said, "It's OK, it happens, but don't let it happen again." He agreed with me and told the judge that the reduced speed limit was not posted on the on-ramp, the judge still gave me deferred adjudication, probation, for 90 days. It was really more stupid than even I make it sound here. I couldn't do defensive driving because I was going 25 mph over the posted speed limit which puts me in the category with manslaughterers. I suppose that's very fair.
That same year, I was driving to school on a rainy day. Like a good driver, which was not always the case with me when I was younger, I was almost 4 cars behind the car in front of me, but the bloke behind me felt something magnetism for my car because he just couldn't stay off my ass. This boy , Randy, went to my school. He didn't even live in our district and was accordingly not supposed to be at my school and more importantly, he really pissed me off that day. He was in a jeep that had a grill on the front. From my rear view mirror, his car looked like it was going to eat my car. As situation would have it, the car in front of me braked really hard, so I braked. I had to brake pretty hard, and Randy braked hard and due to the lack of distance between the rear of my car and the front of his, he rear-ended my the back right side of my car as he tried to swerve out of the way. My question: did you not go to driving school? It should be fresh in your mind at the age of 16. This took about 1 week at the shop, not too bad and he paid for it all and admitted that it was his fault. Obviously, I didn't reverse into his car, which was remained scratch less.
On another rainy occasion, another genius from my school thought it would be a good idea to drive. Her name was Caroline. She was a year younger, I think. It was during lunch and I had a quiz in English. My friend Ashley was in the car with me and we were on our way to yummy old Kroger Cafe. We had left the parking lot like any other day and were standing in the left turn lane waiting for the red light to turn into a green arrow. The intersecting street had the green arrow to turn and Caroline, in her SUV, thought it would be a wise idea to make a left turn. From my point of view, she would be considered oncoming traffic. Needless to say, she fishtailed while making the left turn, hit the median and was airborne for several seconds and rammed her car into the SUV in front me. The car in front of me was displaced and the force of collision pushed the car into the lane to the right of the lane in which I was standing. As I watch the accident happen in front of my face, I hold onto my steering wheel for dear life. Caroline try to gain control of her car and in doing so, she turned her wheel in my direction and crashed into the front of my car. Thank God, I still have my legs. Ashley was wholly shaken and she had been in an accident earlier that week during lunch with Nisha. She never wanted to go off-campus for lunch. Me, on the other hand, was pissed. That's an understatement. I was not even moving and I got in an accident. That's what you call, "Being at the wrong place at the wrong time." The girl in the waiting in the left turn lane in front of me saved my life, if I was in her position, my car would have been too low and the airborne SUV would have definitely crushed the front of my car leaving me legless. I really do THANK GOD about that one. She walked out of the accident with a bruised arm. I, for the first time in my adolescent life, appreciated that my parents were there in a second and that my friends were stellar. The girl in the SUV in front of me had her mother rush over from work, but the girl that caused the accident had a friend that was in the car with her that left because he would be late for class. I felt bad for her, she was shaking and very nervous and scared. Nonetheless, my dad was there in a second, I think he even got there before the firetrucks, police, and ambulance and Ashley didn't leave me and walked me to my English class. That was the scariest accident I was in and the car took almost 2 months to fix, mainly because her auto insurance wouldn't cover some of the damages because of the half-ass insurance plan she was on. The whole accident and insurance situation was out of my control and that's what's most irritating about the whole accident. It happened in the first weekend of December in my senior year of high school.
Such incidents continued throughout college which left me carless for a combined one year due to car repairs during the whole four years of college. Thank goodness post college does not have to worry about having a car!
Since the ripe age of 16, I have had troubles with cars. I got my car, my dad's old car, about 4 months after I turned 16 and 3 days after it officially became my car, it was broken into. It was a Honda Accord '99 (I know, very Asian of me). It was sitting in front of our house in ghetto Arlington. You couldn't tell that it was broken into unless you went to the street side of the car because the thieves broke only the front passenger window and took my airbags. With this, the wiring in my car was negatively affected as well as the air conditioning. It never did work the same after that. It took almost three weeks to get this stupid thing fixed plus hours of bullshit with the insurance company.
Later that summer, I went to a friend's place to watch a movie. She lived about 20 minutes away from me. On my way back, I was stopped on the bridge of highway on-ramp and I was ticketed for going 70 mph (GOD FORBID) on the ramp because apparently with the surrounding construction the speed limit was 45 mph. The police officer was extremely stupid because if he saw where I got onto the bridge (there were three on-ramps to this bridge) he would have known that I was still under the impression that the speed limit was 65 mph plus it was midnight. My mom thought it was funny and my dad, who I thought would have chewed me out about the ticket, just said, "It's OK, it happens, but don't let it happen again." He agreed with me and told the judge that the reduced speed limit was not posted on the on-ramp, the judge still gave me deferred adjudication, probation, for 90 days. It was really more stupid than even I make it sound here. I couldn't do defensive driving because I was going 25 mph over the posted speed limit which puts me in the category with manslaughterers. I suppose that's very fair.
That same year, I was driving to school on a rainy day. Like a good driver, which was not always the case with me when I was younger, I was almost 4 cars behind the car in front of me, but the bloke behind me felt something magnetism for my car because he just couldn't stay off my ass. This boy , Randy, went to my school. He didn't even live in our district and was accordingly not supposed to be at my school and more importantly, he really pissed me off that day. He was in a jeep that had a grill on the front. From my rear view mirror, his car looked like it was going to eat my car. As situation would have it, the car in front of me braked really hard, so I braked. I had to brake pretty hard, and Randy braked hard and due to the lack of distance between the rear of my car and the front of his, he rear-ended my the back right side of my car as he tried to swerve out of the way. My question: did you not go to driving school? It should be fresh in your mind at the age of 16. This took about 1 week at the shop, not too bad and he paid for it all and admitted that it was his fault. Obviously, I didn't reverse into his car, which was remained scratch less.
On another rainy occasion, another genius from my school thought it would be a good idea to drive. Her name was Caroline. She was a year younger, I think. It was during lunch and I had a quiz in English. My friend Ashley was in the car with me and we were on our way to yummy old Kroger Cafe. We had left the parking lot like any other day and were standing in the left turn lane waiting for the red light to turn into a green arrow. The intersecting street had the green arrow to turn and Caroline, in her SUV, thought it would be a wise idea to make a left turn. From my point of view, she would be considered oncoming traffic. Needless to say, she fishtailed while making the left turn, hit the median and was airborne for several seconds and rammed her car into the SUV in front me. The car in front of me was displaced and the force of collision pushed the car into the lane to the right of the lane in which I was standing. As I watch the accident happen in front of my face, I hold onto my steering wheel for dear life. Caroline try to gain control of her car and in doing so, she turned her wheel in my direction and crashed into the front of my car. Thank God, I still have my legs. Ashley was wholly shaken and she had been in an accident earlier that week during lunch with Nisha. She never wanted to go off-campus for lunch. Me, on the other hand, was pissed. That's an understatement. I was not even moving and I got in an accident. That's what you call, "Being at the wrong place at the wrong time." The girl in the waiting in the left turn lane in front of me saved my life, if I was in her position, my car would have been too low and the airborne SUV would have definitely crushed the front of my car leaving me legless. I really do THANK GOD about that one. She walked out of the accident with a bruised arm. I, for the first time in my adolescent life, appreciated that my parents were there in a second and that my friends were stellar. The girl in the SUV in front of me had her mother rush over from work, but the girl that caused the accident had a friend that was in the car with her that left because he would be late for class. I felt bad for her, she was shaking and very nervous and scared. Nonetheless, my dad was there in a second, I think he even got there before the firetrucks, police, and ambulance and Ashley didn't leave me and walked me to my English class. That was the scariest accident I was in and the car took almost 2 months to fix, mainly because her auto insurance wouldn't cover some of the damages because of the half-ass insurance plan she was on. The whole accident and insurance situation was out of my control and that's what's most irritating about the whole accident. It happened in the first weekend of December in my senior year of high school.
Such incidents continued throughout college which left me carless for a combined one year due to car repairs during the whole four years of college. Thank goodness post college does not have to worry about having a car!
posted by Teeezy at Monday, November 20, 2006
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