*I got in my 1st "real" car accident today. Well, in my terms, I woulda called it the late part of last night, but in strict technical terms, I guess it was roughly 5 AM when it happened.
I was coming home from a night out at Rum Jungle with the coworkers when it happened. And the natural inclination I suppose would be to think that I was drunk when it happened, but to tell the truth, I hadn't had a drink in several hours by the time it happened. I blame it on severe fatigue more than anything else. Exiting from Mandalay Bay, I came out on Frank Sinatra Dr., and omg, one wrong turn on Frank Sinatra, and you're a goner (same goes for Dean Martin Dr.). It looks like the I-15 service road, but it's NOT- it never lets you on the highway, and it takes several miles before the nearest turn or exit. So yea, in my tired wisdom, I decided to try a turnoff that led me to the middle of nowhere. It was really dark out, and it probably took me 30+ minutes before I finally found my way to a road I knew. By then I was soooo freaking tired.
You know, they always say: "Driving drunk is like driving when you're really tired," but they never say that "driving really tired is like driving drunk." You know, there's such a stigma against drunk driving that's pounded into our heads all throughout primary education, but I think I've put SO many more lives in danger when driving sleep-deprived.
Anyways, so as I'm turning into my apartment complex, I understeer, run up on the median of where the gate keypad thing is and pop a tire running over the desert landscaping (big baseball sized rocks instead of your typical grass). And at first I thought I had just jacked up my alignment cuz I could feel the steering dragging to one side. But I was so tired, I was just like whatever, screw it, I'll take it to the shop tomorrow to have it checked out and went to bed.
When I checked it out the next day, the left front tire had a humongo hole in it, and the skirt of my bumper was pretty jacked up. And all this happened the night before (or technically, the morning that) my parents rolled into town to stay with me. >_< Yea, I had a lot of 'splaining to do. =X But yea, I wasn't even gonna call it in to insurance, cuz I didn't think it'd pay off enough to make it worth having this on my record. But my mom was pretty adamant, like "you BOUGHT that stupid accident forgiveness plan, you better USE it!" So I caved and called the insurance company. I get about $300 from Allstate, and there goes my only "freebie accident" for the next 3 years. =/
Ugghh, I don't even know what the take-away lesson was from all this. Don't drive tired? Be skeptical of mom's advice regarding car insurance? I'd probably go with: Do NOT take Frank Sinatra southbound from Mandalay Bay!
I was coming home from a night out at Rum Jungle with the coworkers when it happened. And the natural inclination I suppose would be to think that I was drunk when it happened, but to tell the truth, I hadn't had a drink in several hours by the time it happened. I blame it on severe fatigue more than anything else. Exiting from Mandalay Bay, I came out on Frank Sinatra Dr., and omg, one wrong turn on Frank Sinatra, and you're a goner (same goes for Dean Martin Dr.). It looks like the I-15 service road, but it's NOT- it never lets you on the highway, and it takes several miles before the nearest turn or exit. So yea, in my tired wisdom, I decided to try a turnoff that led me to the middle of nowhere. It was really dark out, and it probably took me 30+ minutes before I finally found my way to a road I knew. By then I was soooo freaking tired.
You know, they always say: "Driving drunk is like driving when you're really tired," but they never say that "driving really tired is like driving drunk." You know, there's such a stigma against drunk driving that's pounded into our heads all throughout primary education, but I think I've put SO many more lives in danger when driving sleep-deprived.
Anyways, so as I'm turning into my apartment complex, I understeer, run up on the median of where the gate keypad thing is and pop a tire running over the desert landscaping (big baseball sized rocks instead of your typical grass). And at first I thought I had just jacked up my alignment cuz I could feel the steering dragging to one side. But I was so tired, I was just like whatever, screw it, I'll take it to the shop tomorrow to have it checked out and went to bed.
When I checked it out the next day, the left front tire had a humongo hole in it, and the skirt of my bumper was pretty jacked up. And all this happened the night before (or technically, the morning that) my parents rolled into town to stay with me. >_< Yea, I had a lot of 'splaining to do. =X But yea, I wasn't even gonna call it in to insurance, cuz I didn't think it'd pay off enough to make it worth having this on my record. But my mom was pretty adamant, like "you BOUGHT that stupid accident forgiveness plan, you better USE it!" So I caved and called the insurance company. I get about $300 from Allstate, and there goes my only "freebie accident" for the next 3 years. =/
Ugghh, I don't even know what the take-away lesson was from all this. Don't drive tired? Be skeptical of mom's advice regarding car insurance? I'd probably go with: Do NOT take Frank Sinatra southbound from Mandalay Bay!
posted by Dear Daniel at 12:00 PM
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