ruby and i had a little bit of an accident this morning. you can see a larger version, if you like. ol’ ruby’s not doing too good. but she seemed to fair a little better than the hill we crashed into:
i am still a bit weepy and in shock. my left shoulder hurts where i crashed into the passenger seat. but i am okay. i think i’ve uttered that phrased about 1000 times today. when i called my mom to call a tow truck, when i called the stink to come and pick me up, when i called Al, to tell her i wasn’t coming into work, when i called the insurance guy, when my boss called, when i told my dad.
“i am okay.” it’s my mantra today.
it all happened so fast. it was raining/slushing/snowing out on my way to work. i was on 212 heading toward EP and instead of taking Eden Prairie Road or Spring Road, which are kinda twisty turny and steep, i thought i’d play it safe and take Pioneer Trail. and just as i was getting close to the flying cloud airport, ruby hit some ice.
i immediately lost control and began careening into the median that divides the highway. now that i think about it, jumping the median and going into oncoming traffic was probably the best thing that happened. if i had gone the other way, i would have went off the cliff and down into the Minnesota River.
as i jumped the median, i knew i was heading into oncoming traffic, i could see the headlights of two cars and as i hit 212 going west (i was originally going east), i have no idea how they missed me.
ruby and i skidded across 212 west and jumped the curb again, coming to rest next to a hill. or kind of next to a hill. i think we were up on the passenger-side wheels for awhile. because i remember being on my side and then flopping back to all four wheels.
i sat there for a minute, ruby still running, Kathleen Turner Overdrive still playing. i didn’t know what to do, so i checked to see if my hands were shaking. somehow the seriousness of my accident would be measured by the shake in my hands.
they were shaking. then i remember thinking that maybe i should cry. that crying was probably what i should do next. but then i thought that maybe i should get off the side of the hill. i have no idea how i did it, and even stink asked how i managed to park so nicely on the side of the road. but i got ruby off the side of the hill and turned on the hazards.
then i decided it would be a good idea to cry. i called my dad and immediately got his voicemail (he was at the doctor’s). i called my mom and she said her car was in the shop, but she would call AAA so i could get Ruby off the road.
after talking to my mom, i had a good bawl on. i cried for another self-piteous moment and then called the stink (who also works in EP) to see if he could come and get me. he of course did, after i reassured him 20 times that i was okay.
then i called Al to tell her i was gonna miss our 9 a.m. meeting and probably wouldn’t be in at all today.
after i did all that. i just sat there, stunned. and now i’m at home doing pretty much the same thing.
i can feel the tears right there, on the verge. like i could just give into them at any moment. i’m not sure why i still want to cry. maybe it’s because everyone is so amazed that i wasn’t killed. how i missed all that oncoming traffic is a mystery to me. the stink said, “you know this is the kind of car accident that’s fatal when you hit someone else.”
my mom said, “god doesn’t want you today.”
i just keep saying i’m okay. and i think i am.
now, i just sit, rubyless and hoping they don’t total my baby.
Holy cow! Sorry about Ruby but glad you’re ok.
i’m glad you passed your safe winter driving skills test…and hope god doesn’t want tomorrow either. but, poor ruby…doesn’t god drive an oldsmobile?
Okay, so glad that you’re alright, and doubly glad that it didn’t happen last night on the way home. I think that you should call Vodo to get some sympathy, as he will surely give you loads.
Are you renting a car? Will you hear today if Ruby will make it?
Again, dude, totally glad that you’re safe and sound.
glad you’re okay! if you need anything, just give me a call. seriously.
Oh honey, I am so glad you are okay. I cried a little for you, thinking about my Supergenius being hurt.
Thank Dog you are not hurt. That would scare the shit outta me.
hugs to you.
yikes! how lucky are you? your instincts must have kicked in because, yeah, rolling down into the river would not have made a good story. so so glad you’re safe.
Dear Ms. Jodi,
As a longtime fan who first discovered the wonders of you way back when musician-man Mike Doughty ran his Superspecial Questions website, let me just add my little voice to the big old chorus of folks who are glad that you are alright.
Cars can be replaced, but writers are forever.
You’re Number Won Admirer,
Will Tupper 🙂
Wow. I am really glad you are okay.
I’m glad you’re okay, but hate that you went through the wreck. Poor Ruby.
ditto everyone else – glad you’re okay. them car wrecks are scary, though.