A few days ago, I was racing home (shocker!), with SS following very close behind. As I turned onto my dirt road, him still following close, I decided I’d kick up a little dust behind me in hopes that it would force SS to back off. It didn’t quite work out that way. My car started to fishtail, and before I knew it, I went fender first into a hard-packed wall of dirt. And he watched the whole thing.
Here’s my lower control arm. Nice, right? Twisted AND bent in.
This is my first accident ever. I’m thankful I didn’t hit someone’s fence. And I’m even more thankful nobody was coming around the corner when I plowed into that dirt wall.
Yay for dating a mechanic. He had it all fixed in one day. He’s the best!
Now, to fix the fender.
I wasn’t hurt. My ego is badly bruised, but that’s it. Perhaps I need to practice a little more? ;-)