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A night of fun and excitement.
Mar. 19th, 2006 12:06 am... Okay, once more from the top. My last version was far more clever.
First off, What Crim said. Cliff's Notes: Crim's car is not fine. We are. Pig is not.
10:40 PM tonight, we were on our way home from a St Paddy's day party/ first visit to Janet's House in the middle of Nowhere. We'd gotten as far as Hwy 68, just past Laguna Seca, when a big goddamn wild pig jogged across the way a few car lengths in front of us (left to right, if you care). Crim hit the brakes, we hit the pig, airbags hit us. I didn't feel mine. Crim got hers in the wrist at the very least. We came to a stop and, after realizing that airbag smoke was bad to inhale, we piled out. Crim directed me to call 911. I bumbled about, and was saved from my own incompetence by the second or third car behind us being an off-duty cop type person (Car with inside spinners, guy wasn't in uniform). The next 50 minutes was a vague blur of me in mild shock, Crim in mild shock, and a collection of local fuzz taking reports and getting us a tow truck.
We finally got home about 11:50, thanks to the nice tow-truck driver giving us a ride.
Sole injuries: Crim's right wrist is sorta angry, since we think she braced herself against the steering wheel, and my right ear is taking a brief vacation, probably thanks to the airbag. I was inebriated, so will probably feel fine in the morning. The Crim will be a mass of bruises, if general law of crashes holds true.
Number of times we were offered bacon: 5.
First off, What Crim said. Cliff's Notes: Crim's car is not fine. We are. Pig is not.
10:40 PM tonight, we were on our way home from a St Paddy's day party/ first visit to Janet's House in the middle of Nowhere. We'd gotten as far as Hwy 68, just past Laguna Seca, when a big goddamn wild pig jogged across the way a few car lengths in front of us (left to right, if you care). Crim hit the brakes, we hit the pig, airbags hit us. I didn't feel mine. Crim got hers in the wrist at the very least. We came to a stop and, after realizing that airbag smoke was bad to inhale, we piled out. Crim directed me to call 911. I bumbled about, and was saved from my own incompetence by the second or third car behind us being an off-duty cop type person (Car with inside spinners, guy wasn't in uniform). The next 50 minutes was a vague blur of me in mild shock, Crim in mild shock, and a collection of local fuzz taking reports and getting us a tow truck.
We finally got home about 11:50, thanks to the nice tow-truck driver giving us a ride.
Sole injuries: Crim's right wrist is sorta angry, since we think she braced herself against the steering wheel, and my right ear is taking a brief vacation, probably thanks to the airbag. I was inebriated, so will probably feel fine in the morning. The Crim will be a mass of bruises, if general law of crashes holds true.
Number of times we were offered bacon: 5.
