Since JayG started it
and I actually have a story to tell, here goes nothing.
So here’s the meme. Long answers or short.
1. What was your first car?
Model, year, color, condition?
2. What adventures did you have in it, good or
3. What happened to it, what’s the end of the story?
My first car, bought from my cousin by my parents, was a 2002 Hyundai Accent
much like what is pictured here.
It was stick shift and the low profile model. It also was the bare minimum
on any extras as in no cruise control. My parents bought it for me after I
moved into an apartment from the dorms. Since I had previously lived on campus, I didn’t need
a car and my parents said they didn’t want me driving home every weekend. I
didn’t have a car in high school, didn’t need one and I didn’t get my license
till after I graduated, I didn’t have a use for it. At the time, I felt school
was more important than driving.
My first urban driving experience with this car was in Seattle. I was driving up
James St., which happens to be very steep, and had to stop in the middle of the
hill for a red light. As I was still fairly new at driving a stick I conked the
engine when the light turned green. After that, I quickly learned how to play
the clutch on hills which came in handy for the WSU campus. If need be, I could
easily let it roll more than normal to warn other drivers that were on my tail.
That car was a good little car. That is, until it became known as the coffin
on wheels. A car that small up against a fuel tanker carrying 11,000 gallons of
fuel, head on, is not a fair fight. The car, to say the least, did not
*Notes below are from TMM, I do not remember the accident or 5 days after the accident. My condition was the same as Drew Barrymore’s character in 50 First Dates.* Pictures below could be considered by some to be of a graphic nature. Click read more for pictures.
I [TMM] was driving at the time of the accident. My legs actually came out from under the steering wheel and I was laying at about a 45 degree angle with my legs laying against the dash. After regaining consiousness and taking care of other issues *discussed in a minute* I set the compound fracture in my left leg. It was bent about 75-80 degrees, with my foot turned in about 60-70 degrees as well. I won’t describe how I did it, a guy outside the car was disturbed by my actions. I splinted and wedged it in place on the dash board until the cavalry arrived.
The cavalry had to peel the car open in order to pull me out. That is quite seriously the most pain I have ever felt in my life. My right femur was broken right at the Lesser Trochanter. At the time we actually thought I had broken my pelvis. That combined with the damage to my left leg, it was excruciatingly painful as they pulled me onto the back board because they basically had to drag my legs over the non-smooth interior. When they finally got my leg in traction in the hospital it was the most refreshing feeling in the world. Seriously it ranked right up there with sex just because of how fast it went from pain, to no pain. It was like flipping a switch. Which was also the switch were I finally checked out, as they did that, they also started an IV and giving me pain meds. I have seen my signature on documents I don’t remember signing. I gave a statement to the police evidently as well.
My first concern on regaining consciousness and realizing what had happened was for TMW. She was unconscious slumped down in her seat. Her breathing was obviously labored and when I looked towards her it was obvious that her seat belt was holding her head up by her neck. She was being choked by the seat belt. I instructed some people at the scene to cut the seat belt. An argument insued with them whining about a possible neck injury. I asked what experience they had in first aid. To which they responded, “We’re both RN’s.” At which point I was a bit furthered upset and said, “Well didn’t they teach you anything about the importance of the airway in stabilizing a trauma victim? If she can’t breath, everything else is null and void.” They promptly cut the seat belt. Which was doubly good because she had 6 broken ribs on her right side and as a result her lungs partially collapsed. That stress coupled with a restricted airway could have easily killed her.
They removed her from the car first, and lets just say that was the most disturbing blood curdling sound I’ve ever heard in my life. Due to her injuries she was unconscious but aware. I could hear her quite well as they pulled her from the car.
Once we were both extricated from the car we were airlifted by helicopter to Spokane. So I remember the ride on the angel of mercy, the wife however does not. We both went through long surgeries that night to deal with our injuries. After which I spent 24 hours in the ICU and TMW spent 48 while recovering.
So there’s the story and pictures (after the car was moved to the wrecking yard) of the Hyundai. If we can find the packet of accident scene photos we’ll try and post some scans of them.
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