Happy New Year 2010 with the delay. I needed to post an event and this time when we talk about Camus, the following sentence was obvious.
Today my Clio is dead. Yesterday he fell full of snow overnight and the roads were not cleared in the morning my car has bravely cut his way without snow tires, rolling quietly and allowing oneself tiny powerslides. Yesterday she was there, more available and helpful, a friend, just more expensive but easier to maintain. And now she's dead.
I think I will be summoned by the police to tell my story. In principle, there would have been an icy translucent therefore undetectable to the eye that would have made my right wheels slip me "allows sufficient lateral" to deport me in the ditch, so I landed by lucky me characterizes the single piece of masonry the ditch (which is a concrete bridge over a drain water and passage of small animals). Throughout the descent, the gap is filled - and almost to the brim - fresh and soft snow, where he was comfortable although it would have been stranded assistance to unclog it. And I, fool, I hit the hard cons.
But already I doubt wins. Is it not just me who went for biting to skid on the snow piled with too much nonchalance in the usual jaded dexterity that characterizes my driving? I remember. I also seems to have struggled to try to catch the drift, I remember clearly that when the car was leaving right then left and right again. If I had planted right away, I probably would have avoided the concrete wall. Especially if I had braked, although I'm sure not having tried to accelerate.
This doubt is what bothers me most now. With the loss of financial autonomy and also of course. I just remember that when I realized that the shock would be brutal, when I saw that I could not change direction and speed, and that the wall was growing sideways into my windshield, I am contracted mentally thinking "no no Noooooo," but I did not even muscularly tense. Then came the shock and there is weird, slight bump to the head, like when you bump his head in trying to make a roll in the small bathroom. Pop: Tac! The classic cognage knee. No accoup in the belt since I bizarrely kept his hands on the wheel and not put up protection before the face. Airbags are triggered too late, but apparently it is undoubtedly calculated, but I'm leaning toward my door and they get me for nothing. And immediately the smell of smoke anxiety. After 1 sec up to understand where was directed gravity, ie: driver's door where my head rests in twisting my neck is the new ground.
Seeing me safe and sound, I start to respond lucidly. I cut the ignition, remove my belt and do a recovery on the board when slamming the passenger door, pushing it with my head. I see people arrested, I wonder if qqun called the fire department, I am told that is the case, then I take my phone and dials my mother and that of HDJ. Then this is where I make a dumpling, while onlookers were arrested mainly to see the crumpled sheet, there is a good Samaritan qui me fait monter dans sa camionnette pour me maintenir au chaud. Ma foi un fort bon sentiment. Mais qui m'a fait perdre du temps quand je me suis dit qu'il fallait que je récupère tout ce qu'il y avait dans la voiture, ce sont les pompiers qui l'ont fait, et j'ai perdu mes 3 stylos et mon rubik's cube.
D'un point de vue mystique maintenant. Cet hiver j'ai pensé plusieurs fois à avoir un accident de voiture. Par deux fois j'ai conduit en prenant un virage à gauche tout de suite en sortant de chez moi, alors que la vitre du passager était opaque. J'ai conduit la Saxo pour aller chercher ma mère à l'aéroport et en revenir, alors que les phares étaient défectueux, j'ai conduit avec une visibility below the visibility red, etc.. And today, the first day long where temperatures are positive, while there was not even a trace of ice on my windshield when I took my car on that fateful day, then, then I would be the victim of a treacherous and invisible patch of ice? And my car is featured on the left side in a ditch on the right side? (I believe that a witness said it was because of the shock that was really violent, from the inside for sure but we feel it is not). ... It impenetrable, right. And I pull a greater fear of not having control, as an airplane, yet it is con.
