It has taken me quite some time to come to this conclusion. I fought it and would not admit to myself that I was handicapped in this fashion. It started when I was 20, which coincidentally was the year I got my driver's license. Oh I took drivers ed in high school and even took a private driving course (thanks to my parents who really could not bear practicing with me). I just never felt inclined to get behind the wheel, not even when my parents bought my sister and I a Camero. Anyway, I totaled that car, after at least one previous collision. You can only guess how pleased my sister was about this. It really wasn't my fault; icy conditions, dark street, I was in a hurry.
I also blamed geography. I hit a parked car while driving a friends Cabriolet in San Francisco and I bent a fender while driving a rental car in Plano Texas.
It's not just accidents. My first speeding ticket was 20 miles over on the QEW from Detroit to Buffalo. But seriously, I had the sun roof open and the music blaring, it was summer and all. Cannot count all the speeding tickets but I have taken more mandated traffic classes than I have science classes. You know I should be able to drive faster as I am always in a hurry and being the danger I am on the road I would think they would want me off it as soon as possible.
After looking at my car today I have to admit it is me. The back fender is smashed due to a poorly placed bike rack. The front end is scraped due to a too tight garage and the side is dented due to a concrete parking sign. I think I may have a problem. I am too afraid to fix the car because I think I am only going to smash it again.
But I have to look on the bright side. As my son and I were driving to Wegmans, we saw this:
At least my car never started on fire!!!
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