Monday, I was in fairly heavy, stop-start traffic and so, I stopped to let a woman, in a car, out of a junction. Whilst stationary, a teenager in a VW Golf drove into the back of our Discovery at 40 mph. The impact was fairly significant, and I had both the kids in the car. It was a shock to us all. They both started crying. I was able to pull the car away and park on the side. The road was busy so I had no choice but to leave them strapped in the car, bawling, while I gathered the necessary data.
I was seriously expecting the back of the love truck to be in a mangled mess and was shocked to discover that in fact – it seemed to have only cracked the bumper. I think that put me a little bit deeper into shock. Especially, when I looked at the mangled mess of the car belonging to the teenage boy, with the diamond earing in his lug hole, stood stunned, smoking at the side of the road. Fortunately, no-one was hurt but his shiny, blue, new Golf was a steaming, crumpled shadow of it’s former self. Both the airbags had engaged and their was smoke coming out of the centre console.
He had been turning up the radio and simply hadn’t seen that I had stopped and so drove at speed into the back of me. He, and his home boy sidekick were lucky to be alive. I didn’t feel angry but more concerned for this poor kid who just learnt a hard lesson fast. It made me think about what life is going to be like when The Grenade gets older and he thinks he is the mutt’s nuts. I haven’t forgotten what it was like to be young and one day my son could be this kid on the side of the street a cat’s whisker away from death. I felt helpless and I realised that I can’t protect him from himself and that like this boy he is going to have to learn life’s lessons the hard way. All I can do is guide, teach, bollock, scream, have moments of parental mentalism, watch and hope.
This philosophical, magnanimous spirit might all change – Hagar’s away, of course! I now have the admin to sort out of getting the car fixed, and deal with the insurance. My insurance company haven’t managed to trace the kid’s insurance details yet. If it ends up costing me and becomes a major hassle I might be feeling less empathetic.
I had to take The Grenade to boarding school but so far they say he is ok. The Menace hasn’t slept properly since it happened and has been bouncing around like Tigger on acid so needless to say I am on the edge of hallucinating from sleep deprivation. Plus I have a headache and a sore neck – a house and business to run. I have had better days.
I drive a blue car – the cars just don’t interest me and this is a ‘blue’ job or ‘man’ job as far as I am concerned. I wish that Hagar was here to pick up this mantle. This is definitely his jurisdiction. I wouldn’t never have chosen a Discovery but on Monday, it proved to be a sage and wizened choice of motor by his Lordship, and I am pleased we were poncing around in the Chelsea tractor because we could have been so much worse off today.