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Date: Fri 29 Apr, 2005 at 09:29
Headline: Drive, Interrupted
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"Aw, man...this is going on the blog, isn't it?"
-Matt Meldrum

Well...that's one way of getting out of band practice.

Last night, Matt and I were driving along I-215 on our way to Greg's place, when we hit an impressively deep and wide stretch of standing water, and experienced what I believe is known in the driving world as "hydroplaning". The truck spun around, bounced a few times bed-first off the concrete barrier that separates eastbound traffic from westbound, and finally came to rest in a half-roll, driver's-side down.

It was the first time I'd ever been in that particular kind of accident, and also the first time I'd ever been in any kind of accident as a passenger, which really is a different kind of experience. I got that slo-mo effect that people always talk about when they describe auto trauma. It was kind of like an amusement park ride...in a scary, hope-we-don't-kill-ourselves-or-anyone-else sort of way. I was also happy, not for the first time in my life, that I had been instilled with such good seat belt habits from childhood. I ended up suspended over Matt, who had to climb past me to pop the passenger-side door and go over the top/side before I could unbuckle and do the same. Both of us seemed physically unharmed by the whole thing. Sadly, we can't say the same for the truck, which lost both passenger-side tires and driver-side mirror in addition to having its gate ripped off and rear bumper crumpled spectacularly. And that's just the stuff we could see right off.

Highway patrol and EMTs were on the scene almost immediately. We quickly convinced the emergency folks that we were OK (to their great relief, because our crash had diverted them from another, apparently more serious accident up the road a piece) and they took off. The police were very cool and helpful about the whole thing, and offered us rides home. The officer (Chris) and I got to chatting about this and that on the way back, and I ended up giving him a bunch of band stickers. Always workin' it. ;) Matt came back to hang at my place for a while rather than try to get a ride directly to his home in Layton, much further away. He called Juli, who came to pick him up some time later.

So...there's that.

Woke up this morning feeling fine. No ill effects, not even subconciously. Dreamed about learning to play six-string. Sounds dull, but was kind of inspiring, really. :) Checked out last night's Conan which featured Zooey Deschanel, who is playing Trillian in The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, as well as a fantastic performance of "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" by Todd Rundgren & Joe Jackson, who are currently touring together (note to self: see if they're coming anywhere near here).

Speaking of HHGG, I'm right now on my way out to catch the premiere, giddy as a schoolgirl. Full report to come.

TB