I had the opportunity to test out if Volvo was really a safe vehicle.
In a bumper-to-bumper accident.
Yesh, I got involved in a accident. My safe driver image (sorry Chian Hui, sorry Joanna!) is brushed off for good. But I promise to work my hardest to get that title back!
I kept my lane. But a red Wira which stayed on a lane leading to the flyover last minute-ly changed lanes (to pump petrol, of all things lol) and thud!, this post was born.
By the way, Volvo is officially safe. More than safe. The safest safe. Amat safe sekali.
Only the signal glass was smashed in an average triangular shape.
And good thing the man knew the situation well enough to let things off the hook.
The accident wasn't so bad, I would say. Going home was tougher. I had no idea what my parents were going to say. No idea. Clueless. Idealess. (Okay I'm done with synonyms hehe).
My mom was strict with me. "You drive too fast", "Please... slow down", "Drive with two hands, not one on the wheel, the other on your hair"... I treasure these words more now than before.
Oh no, what's my dad going to say?
He came into the living room all smiles when he heard the news.
"Are you mad?" I asked.
He said, "Why would I be mad?" and continued after pausing shortly, "Accidents happen. Take your lesson from it."
God is so good for letting these happen. Hallelujah!
Signing off,
I realised my walking is slowing down a bit too. Must be post-traumatic-symptoms! I'm afraid of banging walls lar lol.
