anywho on my way to pick him up from his cousins house out in intervale in the bronx, i came across a red light on a somewhat steep hill going downward. as i apply pressure to the brakes, the tires lock up and i go sliding uncontrollably into the approaching intersection. when the car finally manages to regain friction, i come to close stop right beneath the signal light. fortunately, it was around 9 am and there were almost no drivers.
scared and worried about the worn conditions of my tires, i continue onto pick up jonavy in a less speedy and more cautious manner. when we finally reach the highway, everything seems normal again. aside from my radio which was being buggy for almost a week now. it seems that every time i hit the brakes, the doors would unlock and the radio would cut off. yes. that's very annoying, but not dangerous. my doors did NOT fly open suicide style and i was not sucked out of my vehicle, so no worries, that's not the direction where this story is heading.
as we reach the off-ramp to the willis ave bridge, (shown here)
i decide to once again apply pressure to the brakes to slow down for an approaching turn (demonstrated by the red arrow) which is rather sharp. however, it seems i did not anticipate the distance from the opening of the entrance and wall as i waited a bit to late to brake. once again, my tires find them selves locked up and hydroplaning straightward and eventually into a wall (demonstrated by the blue arrow).
at this instant jonavy and i are sitting in the car stupified. i honestly did not car much for what had just happened, in fact i was just glad we were ok. i pull out and over to the nearest area which happened to be a mcdonalds parking lot (demonstrated by the orange spot).
anticipating severe damage, i step out of the car and immediately find acceptance. for some weird reason i wasn't upset, but i was crushed. cliche and i had been thru a multitude of events, adventures, near death incidents were i actually managed NOT to crash. but this seemed like the end of line. i feel she was a bit upset with me because i have long decided to put her up for sale and not have a car this summer (sorry ladies). now i dont know what the value will be like for a car with a dent in it.
so i carry on home instead of queens as planned earlier and ask my father to help me rig the bumper enough to get me to long island and back for the remaining time i had for the semester. let me say, if there was a handy man contest, my dad would have to be like one of the biggest contenders if not undisputed champ. anyway so now, cliche looks something like this.
yes. altho it doesnt looks so bad. the chasis of the front bumper is actually bent. so i would have put in some money to restore its shape. unfortunately, i do not look forward to doing so. and i can only hope that i can get a decent amount of money for the car so just get it off my hands. i will definitely miss cliche with all my heart. she was always there for me (tear). good times in that car. a lot of driving went down since i LOVE to drive. but more importantly, she and i share an old soul and now everytime i hear all the oldie tracks on my ipod, i will share a tear in memory of my first boo, cliche.
just thought id share some emotionally sappy stuff with you guys. other than that. 1 week and half for school to be over and for summer to officially be on. so look out for a lot of sugar rush productions this break....
on that note. peace!
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