It would be nice if I never had to drive. I really hate it and something that I learned how to do because is a necessity and you really need to have four wheels to go somewhere or Über will eat up your paycheck.
I didn’t hate it at the beginning. It happened two years after I was able to pass through both written and practice exam, so we could say that I had some experience. I had this car in college, a Toyota Camry, one of those big ones and for some reason after taking it to the mechanic it was really fast, like it responded really quick so I used to to driven up to 100 mph, or kph? I’m not sure, is one of the two.
The cause of all my troubles happened at 1:00 AM. I was waiting for the green line on an intersection and all of the sudden I crashed against this truck.
No, it wasn’t my fault!
The dude went on red, and got a big dent on his side. And also escaped the scene. I still lived with parents back then, still do now so I have no clue why I had to mention the fact that I’m still poor and I can’t afford to live alone.
So I’m bawling my eyes out, crying like I just crashed my dad’s car and looking frantically for my phone that had slipped under my seat. My left knee throbbed and my parents hadn’t still picked up. A few guys saw the whole thing and came to my help, had me move my car and calmed me down until my dad returned my call.
Tow truck and all, the car was dragged all the way to my home. my dad made me move his other car and I did while tears rolled down my face. To this day I still cringe when I remember how it happened, the sound and the fact that the dude that was ridding with me is still alive, happily married btw. I’m glad I forced him to wear the damn seatbelt. Hell, I don’t even move if you don’t put that damn thing on.
Now of course I went to the police the next day and we had insurance and my leg did bruised and hurt for a couple of days but nothing major. The car was fixed, if I could describe how bad it looked it was like an old man without teeth. Poor baby.
I may sound like a pussy after saying it but im actually I was scarred for life. For years I had to talk myself into grabbing the keys and going to places, like the supermarket or get food to eat. I got head aches and whenever someone talked about me driving I felt like my stomach summersaulted and my heart stopped spending oxygenated blood to my brain. Brain damage and all I tried, I lied a couple of times saying I couldn’t drive at time. Since I wear glasses to drive, a necessity I hate, I would say that the lights of the other cars blinded me.
I still have a tiny bit of fear when it comes to driving but I have become more comfortable and im able to drive longer distances and also I don’t stick to main roads, I follow some routes suggested by Waze.
like today; that bitch took me through all the back alleys unknown to the normal human.
But I drive now.