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The cavity behind the front bumper bar on a Toyota Echo is filled with foam.
Would you like to know how I know that?
A WILD TAXI APPEARS!
Taxi uses SPEED PAST AS OPPONENT IS PULLING AWAY FROM THE CURB
IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE!
My first prang. I've been jumping at semi-loud noises all day ever since the crunching sound of plastic and metal followed by the front of my car falling off went and ruined my day, a day which would have happily been ruined later on by intense studying if fate had just been more patient. Matt was with me at the time and helped me when my fingers fumbled all over my mobile's keypad. Watching other cars drive over my shattered mudguards/headlights strewn across the road and hearing them crunch under the tyers was salt in the wounds :/
So I am now relegated to public transport. Feeling pretty shit at the moment. Really shit actually. I'm well adjusted enough to walk away from a non-violent collision without any emotional scarring, but... Dad is very obsessive with cars. Dad is very obsessive with money. Dad is very obsessive in picking on my driving and making me feel like shit. Just sitting in the car with him on the way home as he sat there in silence hurt. He didn't even ask if I was okay after I called him, he just wanted to know about the car :( I have a massive guilt complex about simply existing, let alone when something like this happens. I don't like myself very much. And I'm now without a car for God knows how long. I don't know why I bother.
Would you like to know how I know that?
A WILD TAXI APPEARS!
Taxi uses SPEED PAST AS OPPONENT IS PULLING AWAY FROM THE CURB
IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE!
My first prang. I've been jumping at semi-loud noises all day ever since the crunching sound of plastic and metal followed by the front of my car falling off went and ruined my day, a day which would have happily been ruined later on by intense studying if fate had just been more patient. Matt was with me at the time and helped me when my fingers fumbled all over my mobile's keypad. Watching other cars drive over my shattered mudguards/headlights strewn across the road and hearing them crunch under the tyers was salt in the wounds :/
So I am now relegated to public transport. Feeling pretty shit at the moment. Really shit actually. I'm well adjusted enough to walk away from a non-violent collision without any emotional scarring, but... Dad is very obsessive with cars. Dad is very obsessive with money. Dad is very obsessive in picking on my driving and making me feel like shit. Just sitting in the car with him on the way home as he sat there in silence hurt. He didn't even ask if I was okay after I called him, he just wanted to know about the car :( I have a massive guilt complex about simply existing, let alone when something like this happens. I don't like myself very much. And I'm now without a car for God knows how long. I don't know why I bother.
