Nisha's Niche: Me and Automobiles(continued)

Me and Automobiles(continued)

Among the people who stopped in the first 90 seconds: three vehicles trying to help, an off-duty EMT tech, a Quincy motorcycle officer, and a Boston FBI agent. Slightly after: Mass State Police, Quincy Fire Department, and an ambulance. People kept asking if the car had rolled over (and if you look at the pictures, you can see why), but it never did.

In trying to get out of the car and call 911, I ended up on the ground sobbing hysterically, asking Crys repeatedly if she was alright. Becaue of this, I was also repeatedly asked if I hadn't had my seatbelt on (yeah, like I'm that stupid). EMT guy immediately restrained me, had someone restrain Crys, and we got hauled off to Quincy Hospital. I didn't even get to see the damage done until later, when I kept asking, "Are you SURE that's my car??" The passenger compartment? PERFECTLY intact. Here is my testimonial that the 2000 Toyota Celica is one bloody safe car.

Fucker never stopped. There were dozens of witnesses, but I never heard back from the State Police yet about anyone's being able to identify his plates. Obviously, I didn't get charged with anything. But I strongly believe What Goes Around Comes Around. The whole fiasco was a huge pain in the ass, and I'm STILL dealing with it. Like the morons at Toyota saying that I still owe for the car... Hello?! The car was signed over to my insurance company a week after the accident AND PAID FOR.

As an added bonus, these pictures have scared my brother immensely, to the point of making him physically ill. I think I've managed to show him, BEFORE he gets his license, why a car isn't a toy. Lord, again, thank you.

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		Me and Automobiles(continued) Among the people who stopped in the first 90 seconds: three vehicles trying to help, an off-duty EMT tech, a Quincy motorcycle officer, and a Boston FBI agent. Slightly after: Mass State Police, Quincy Fire Department, and an ambulance. People kept asking if the car had rolled over (and if you look at the pictures, you can see why), but it never did. In trying to get out of the car and call 911, I ended up on the ground sobbing hysterically, asking Crys repeatedly if she was alright. Becaue of this, I was also repeatedly asked if I hadn't had my seatbelt on (yeah, like I'm that stupid). EMT guy immediately restrained me, had someone restrain Crys, and we got hauled off to Quincy Hospital. I didn't even get to see the damage done until later, when I kept asking, "Are you SURE that's my car??" The passenger compartment? PERFECTLY intact. Here is my testimonial that the 2000 Toyota Celica is one bloody safe car. Fucker never stopped. There were dozens of witnesses, but I never heard back from the State Police yet about anyone's being able to identify his plates. Obviously, I didn't get charged with anything. But I strongly believe What Goes Around Comes Around. The whole fiasco was a huge pain in the ass, and I'm STILL dealing with it. Like the morons at Toyota saying that I still owe for the car... Hello?! The car was signed over to my insurance company a week after the accident AND PAID FOR. As an added bonus, these pictures have scared my brother immensely, to the point of making him physically ill. I think I've managed to show him, BEFORE he gets his license, why a car isn't a toy. Lord, again, thank you. <<previous