The Crash
Saturday, July 5th, 2008My car has a large and new dent and it appears a blessed event. A friend called me Saturday and mentioned he was going to church Saturday evening. I was planning a 7:30 service Sunday but decided I wanted to see the man and his wife. Her sister died last week and I just believed I needed to see them in person this week. When I arrived at church I backed into a parking space. My first inkling was to pull directly into the space but backing out can only subject someone to possibly piling into me. This place is crawling with tourists and I offer witness to the strange driving habits of cars tagged New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Then, again, my back bumper is scraped from contact last summer with a bolder and as I’m considering trading the car for a new Civic Hybrid or Prius maybe somebody should pile into my car’s rear end. The bumper would be replaced and perhaps help at trade in.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda. After church I visited with Rich and his wife and also with the Principal from a local school. The man has dropped 67 pounds over 9 months and we compared weight loss notes.
In the parking lot a crowd gathered. When I walked from the church some folks approached. “A woman backed into your car”, a fellow said. There is now a grapefruit sized dent on the forward bumper and it’s dislodged just below the front left headlamp.
The woman was parked nearby. She was most remorseful and in 50 years of driving this is her first fender-bender. God bless her. I must have had my first before 50 days as a licensed driver. The woman has already notified her insurer and next week I’ll get an estimate.
Why do I get into these entanglements with the nearly sainted? I bought my car when it was still on the delivery truck. It never made the showroom floor. Seven months later I was parked at work and the Chief Engineer walked into the broadcast booth to inform me he had backed into my still shining new vehicle. A week later it came out of the repair shop and looked great. One week later I was stopped at the end of an off ramp when a harried pizza delivery man plowed into my car. More replacement parts followed. It should be made clear the engineer and the pizza shop owner were very, very nice people. You would welcome them as neighbors. I find I feel worse for these people than I feel for my car or myself.
It leads me to an ever growing belief that many good people have the occasional bad day behind the wheel. Maybe even a great many bad days behind wheels and we can examine our own consciences and remember some very close calls. Think about it the next time someone cuts you off at the grocery parking lot. Before you make the obscene gesture you might consider that in the previous week you cut off someone else.
I’ve been looking at photographs of shiny new cars this week and then I look at my dented and nicked and reliable form of transportation. It’s frustrating but I can’t be angry with these other folks. Darn.
Just think, next year at Independence Day we’ll all be riding bicycles, Vespas and horses. Then about which what will we complain?




