New isn’t always better, especially when it comes to cars. I always thought I’d be a person that loved getting a new car. After all, who can resist the smell of new car interior? My husband got a new car in April, and I loved it. He worked so hard to get it, and we were able to get the car without having to have a car payment. So, here I am, all excited that we don’t have a car payment……..and then BLAM!
I kid you not, although crash may have been the more appropriate word. It was a rainy morning, the Friday before Memorial Day. And only in the 40’s. Can you figure out where this is going? Add oil on the road, and well, you can see what’s coming(I wish I would have known or been able to see it). Let’s just say, it was a surreal experience. The worst part? My car skid *almost* head on into a gas pump. And, by no hand other than God’s, I walked away from that accident with a few scrapes and bruises. When I look at the pictures(and I will spare you those because they aren’t pretty), I wonder how the gas pump didn’t explode. Again, no other explanation other than God’s hand. And the biggest miracle? I did not hit anyone or anyone else’s car. No one was pumping gas at the pump that I hit, either. I did crunch 2 road signs, but those can be replaced. As my hubby said, I am a bit harder to replace. His attempt at lightening the situation, which, at the time, wasn’t helping.
Prior to the accident, I had a 2005 Saturn Vue. It is a great car, especially when you are a baseball Mom. It’s also awesome when you have to lug around your 70 pound Golden Retriever and 15 bags of groceries. I really and truly miss my Saturn:
I loved this car because it She always gave us the room we needed on trips. She was higher up than the car, and I could see really well. (Yes, I always refer to my cars as She). But the most important thing She did was save my life. It has taken me quite a while to get over seeing Her all crumpled and just, well, gone. But really, with my driver side gone, the window smashed, and me walking away with only the scrapes, She did what She was supposed to.
I can say it took me almost a week before I could drive again. Even though hubby, the insurance agent, a few witnesses, the police officer, and the neighbor down the street(exaggeration, but you get my point) said that the accident wasn’t my fault…that it was a freak combination of things, I was absolutely terrified to drive. But, like falling off a horse, you need to get back in the swing of things. Even now I still second guess myself with the “What If” game. What if I would have waited to go to the bank? What if I would have went home first? What if we would have decided to wait until the following week to got to the movies? It can’t be undone, so the What If game is totally useless.
So after the insurance company took care of their end, we ended up leasing:
It’s a Chevy Equinox, another SUV crossover. It’s just the basic model, which is fine with me. I love that I have the USB port and can plug-in my I-pod. I also have a trial subscription to Sirius XM, and while I usually don’t continue with free subscriptions, I just may with the satellite radio. I love “The Message” which is a Christian radio station. I am pretty calm when I drive while listening to this station. And while I never thought I’d like a gray car, I absolutely love this one. But not the payments(I think I may have mentioned that before?). I had thought about just leasing a car so we would have a lower payment, but to be perfectly honest, I didn’t feel safe in just a regular car. So we got another SUV. I remember hubby’s words to our salesman at the car dealership: “the SUV saved my wife’s life, and we will find a way to get her into another one”. As you can see, the salesman was able to get us what we needed. And having to run my dog to the vet the very same night we picked up the car just cemented our decision.
So there is still those days where I drive and I am finding myself stepping on the brake a little to hard(when my car skid on the oil, the brakes wouldn’t catch), or driving with a death grip on the wheel(because I am afraid of skidding again). And while new car is awesome, it isn’t necessarily better. I would gladly take my old car back if I could. A lesson I learned is this: you may be the world’s most careful driver, but accidents still happen. You can’t explain them, you can’t predict them, but you need to move on. In this case, drive on.
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