It finally happened this morning: I crashed Charlie, my car. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place - or to be more precise: the choice between the rock in the middle of the road and the black ice all around it. To swerve or not to swerve, that was the question. I know that if I swerved, the most likely outcome would be flip the car and plough into the bank. I prefer to stay upright so I chose the rock, blew out my front left tyre and controlled the aftermth as best I could.
No mobile reception. Couldn't call G. Headlights coming towards me. RAL logo on the side. Thank god - the wonderful M & B skated across the road, helped me change the wheel and slow down any trffic that might not spot the situation and drive right into us in the dark. Despite a fairly smashed in front crner, she drives!
She's driving like a dream after 4 weeks work done on her by my personal pit-crew. Initial inspection by panelbeater friend indicates no major mechanical or structural damage, so she should be safely repairable! Can't help feeling I came out of that pretty lightly all in all.
