It was my nephew’s 16th birthday the other day.
He was on his way to get his driver’s licence. His mum, my sister was driving.
They had a car accident and wrote off her car.
It didn’t put him off getting his learners permit, which he got first time.
Luckily they’re both okay. My sister got taken to hospital by ambulance and had to stay there for a few hours with a neck brace on but she’s okay now apart from feeling a bit sore and bruised.
Thank goodness. It could have been so much worse. In the last six years I’ve lost two cousins to fatal car accidents. For a year after that, every phone call I got at a late or early hour of the day freaked me out because I thought it would be more bad news. Growing up in the country I hear all too often of people dying in car accidents.
The driver my sister crashed into pulled out onto a main road from a side road and should have given way. He mustn’t have seen her. She had her lights on as it was a grey, wet morning and he still didn’t see her. He was about 86 years old. Him and his wife are okay.
My sister knows it’s a notorious intersection and had slowed down a little bit from 100km. She saw him, then saw him pull out, hit the brakes so was doing about 60-70km. She didn’t want to turn to avoid him as she knew that would make them roll so she aimed for the front of his car away from the passenger door.
Apparently many other people have had near misses at this same intersection so my sister’s contacted the Council to see if they can do something about it. Hopefully they can.
And, again, thank goodness they’re okay.