I was involved in an accident once, besides the one I witnessed and wrote about earlier. We had to evacuate Savannah my freshman year in college, because hurricane Floyd was supposed to hit, so I decided to ride up to the Alabama border with a friend.

Traffic was bumper to bumper all they way up, and when we got to Macon, the car infront of us stopped suddenly, but not so suddenly that my friend couldn't have stopped in time if he had noticed. I screamed JESUS CHRIST STOOOOOP! at the top of my lungs as I felt my "break NOW" reflex kick in.

Trouble was, my friend's deaf. He noticed when I started waving my hands wildly as we rammed into the rear of a volvo. He had been driving all day, the ride to Macon took about seven hours when it usually only takes two or three, so he was a little out of it. The lady was fine, her volvo was mostly fine, we were both okay, but his car was essentially totalled.

That was a fun day, I got to play interpreter between him and the lady he hit, the towing company, his insurance company, and the rent a car people. I knew sign language pretty well, but that was a very high stress situation, but it was all cool in the end. Of course, hurricane Floyd never touched down in Savnanah like it was supposed to, so I can't help but feel like it was all for naught.

michael