You be the judge. Was this good karma or bad karma?
Many years and a few cars ago, I drove a Dodge Intrepid. It was a metallic eggplanty-blue.
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With this car, I had six accidents in the course of a year and a half. No joke. Six!
None of them were my fault.
You can get that look off your face. It's true.
I paid nothing and my insurance company kept me without raising my rates because, as I said, none of them were my fault.
The accidents ranged dramatically. Some of the more spectacular ones:
- a Volvo station wagon hydroplaned sideways into me on Rockville Pike;
- a muffler detached itself from the car in front of me and pounced, bobcat-like, at me on Route 70;
- a tractor-trailer, that's right--an 18 wheeler, sheared off my driver's side fender while I sat on a Beltway entrance ramp at a dead stop--you should pardon the expression--waiting for an opening
Boyfriend at the time: Hello?
Me: You're not going to believe this.
Boyfriend: Honey, you didn't have another accident...
Oh, but I did. I had an accident approximately every three months. It got to be a sickening joke between the two of us.
And I began to wonder what message the universe was trying to send me.
I walked away from all six accidents. I had the occasional bruise and, that freaky, shock feeling of "what just happened??" where you can't seem to get your brain to focus, and an adrenaline-induced ache like you wouldn't believe, but no real damage.
The car would go into the shop each time and piece by piece the entire frame was replaced (except the roof) 'cause danged if I didn't get hit from a different direction each time. But it was predominantly just body damage. Dramatic, ugly body damage. The car was always fixable. I'd get it back and it would look and drive like it had before.
After that year and a half period: no more accidents. Not one since then and it's been a lot of years, driving the same crazy DC area roads.
I eventually traded the Intrepid in with ~120,000 miles on it and got a reasonable amount for it.
To this day, I don't have any idea why I went through that or why I stopped going through it.
So, here's my question: Was I lucky or was I unlucky? Was this a good car or a bad car? Was the universe saving me from the morons around me or was it playing Hackey Sack with me?
I dunno. You tell me.