Take one cold winter night -- mix in slightly wet roads, one truck, two cars, and one driver off in her own world. The recipe for success, right? Not hardly.
My wife was in an accident last night. Fortunately, no one was hurt badly. The second driver was simply not paying attention. She pulled in front of my wife as if she didn't exist. My wife's big truck didn't get hurt too bad - but we'll be without it for a while.
The funny thing about a situation like an accident is that memories come back afterwards.
I can't say enough about the professionalism of the police department. The main officer in control was just that -- in control. He said that a three car accident is the worst kind. I sort of missed that, but it could have been because I was outside for 2 hours in the cold.
So, now we get to fight with the insurance companies (especially the one from the driver not paying attention), and with the local body shops. Perhaps we'll get lucky, perhaps it'll be a fight. Time will tell.
The metal and the plastic will be repaired. Everyone is safe - and that is all that really matters.
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