It only takes a close call to make you paranoid the rest of your young driving career. A few years ago, the second winter after I had my license, I was going to school in my truck. There's a ditch about 6 ft deep on one side of the road, and a smaller ditch and a wheat field on the other side. This road was way too narrow for two cars, barly big enough for my truck. It had just snowed, and I was going about 35. Which was too fast, as I felt my truck drifting, so I (over)corrected and bounded through the wheat field. Ripped off a running board, lost my muffler, the spare tire (stowed under the bed) dropped out, and as I found out later, I punctured the gas tank ever so slightly. I got out, tossed the parts in the back, drove through the wheat field to the road I had just crossed, and took a different road to school. This road had a 8ft deep ditch, probably 25 feet across, and it was full of water. I think I went 5 mph until I got past it, and then went into town.
My parents were very cool about it. I drove a beater truck for a reason, they told me. I felt bad about the wheat field, but it was still young and I didn't do much damage. I think I was shaking for three hours after the incident.
My parents were very cool about it. I drove a beater truck for a reason, they told me. I felt bad about the wheat field, but it was still young and I didn't do much damage. I think I was shaking for three hours after the incident.
