The accident
It was a dark early morning around 5:30, the little blue car sped around the bends of the moutain pass in it’s usual splendour, gently hugging and embracing each corner sending a quiver through the bodywork as it rolled around on it’s tight suspension. Usually this task would have been completed without even a thought, but not today. No today was different. Granny didn’t leave any cookies out for breakfast last night and… Wait wrong story. I’ll try that again… Today as the little blue bomb rounded turn 7, turn 7 seemed to not want to be rounded. No, instead today the little blue car didn’t caress the corner gracefully as it turned, rather in a slightly more risqué maneuver, it jumped the pavement and humped away at it.
Tsk tsk, yes, i’m afraid I hit a pavement. So many feelings I felt as it happened, anger, fear, dampness. Because I nearly went over the edge of the world and into the big blue. I was confused, how could this happen? I was frustrated. I wanted answers, I wanted to kick something, I wanted to change my shorts. And then, at further investigation, there it was in all it’s glory. OIL! I got suckered. Just ahead of turn 7 there it was, a thick film of brand new WD40 just waiting for an unsuspecting driver to slide through it. Needless to say about 5 minutes later I was surrounded by so many tow trucks that I developed a fibre glass alergy. And none of them were sent by my insurance company.
Yup, it’s a cold hard truth, often dubbed “vultures” of the road, tow truck drivers are as dangerous as they are helpful. Police reported to me that 5 cars had been picked up along that road over the weekend due to malicious oil spills. And what did they get out of me? Nada, nothing, zip, squat, jack, nix. Because my insurance company towed me. But if they hadn’t… R750! For a tow. Hectic.
Tow truck drivers are a breed of their own. The driver also decided to rape and pillage every little crevasse of my car for, geez I dunno, 5 bob or something. So first you have an accident and you’re in a bad mood and then they steal from you. Ah, much better. They have the business ethics of pre-school hamlet children, or, if you would, corporate lawyers. Imagine Doctors had the same mentality. They would be planting infected hypodermic needles under cinema seats and then waiting around the corner with business cards. And imagine Anti-Virus companies? Well, bad example. They’re like techno tow truckers. So after my accident, being robbed, and shouting at a cop for wanting to give me a fine before he could fill out the police report (i’m not even going to go into that) I had a pretty average day.
So I get the point of the “Vultures of the road”, they always have been, and always will… But u still didn’t tell us what car u drive, how much damage u caused 2 ur little blu jalopie, did u injure urself, what the fine was for… Dude expand! :-)
Geez… I think those guys really screwed you. I had a little pavement accident near my house a while back and I was able to get two companies involved in a price dispute that left me paying R150 for a tow..
Shweet.
But still.. dang… R750.. …*Where’s that job application..*
The real question is WHAT were you doing on the road at 5:30am, if you go home earlier form your wild pursuits, you will be much safer my friend. You poor poor boy. Good thing you’re unharmed and no one else was hurt.