And we call her “Crash”!!

In my last post, I wrote about my friend “Jenny” and that her nickname is Crash.  Since I did not elaborate on why she is called that I thought that I would do that now.

Back when we were in high school, it seemed every time that Jenny got behind the wheel of a car she got into a minor fender bender.  Though she rarely got a ticket, nor caused enough damage to bother with a car repair and no one got hurt, she just couldn’t seem to avoid having an accident.

I remember when she had just bought a new car for herself, a little yellow Pontiac Sunbird and she was so proud of it; couldn’t wait to take me for a ride.  She had graduated high school and had been working full time so we had to go out on a Sunday.

I spent a rare Saturday night at her house, giggling over “Tiger Beat” (a teen magazine about teen idol gossip, fashions, movies and music) and poring over stories in “True Detective” magazine. We didn’t stay up too late as we had promised my parents that I would go to her church in the morning.

We didn’t make it to church as it snowed and on top of what we already had on the ground from before we had to wait till the plow came through so that we could leave.  Once we could leave her house, after lunch, we decided to stop at the 7-11 near her house to get a Slurpee, an icy drink that almost always gave one a “brain freeze”.

When we pulled into the 7-11 I noticed that in plowing out their parking lot the snow was in massive mounds on either side of the driveway.  This made visibility of the road for the vehicle exiting totally impossible.  Inside we got our Slurpees, some more magazines and then headed back to the car.  Before I got back in the car I asked Jenny if she wanted me to go across the street and tell her when it was safe to pull out and she could then pick me up on the shoulder of the road.  “No”, she said, “I can see just fine”.

I didn’t have a good feeling about this, but got in the car anyway.  (You also should remember that this was before wearing seat belts in even the front seat was mandatory)  She started that Sunbird up and toward the driveway we went.  I mentioned again about the snow and maybe I should be outside letting her know when it was safe to come out of the driveway because we couldn’t see the road.  Nope, nope we would be just fine.

She pulled the car out of the driveway and not quite halfway across the lane when BAM!! We were hit by a car on her side, which pushed us into the other lane where we were hit by a car on my side.  Lots of ouchies received that day but no broken bones; just a lot of damaged car and no ticket.

Fast forward to 2013 the two of us in her car, driving down a busy 5 line road with multiple intersections and traffic signals; also lots of vehicles.  We are coming up to some stopped traffic, the light ahead is red – she is NOT SLOWING DOWN!!!  There is a pick-up truck dead ahead and I can tell that if she doesn’t stop really, really fast that the pick-up truck bumper will be contacting with our heads as her car is way smaller than that truck!!  “Jenny, you need to stop.”  (No reaction)  “Jenny, stop.”  (No reaction)  We are getting too close………. “STOP!! STOP!!! STOP THE DAMN CAR!!!”  She slams on the brakes and we barely stop in time.  She looks over and says, “Sorry”.  I have not ridden with her since; I will not.  And people wonder why I prefer to drive myself………………….