Friday, November 23, 2007

Sorry, baby, but I had to crash that Prius.

(Fabienne: Where's my Honda?
Butch: Sorry baby but I had to crash that Honda.)


This was the beginning of our Thanksgiving weekend.

A weekend that was supposed to be relaxing and easy turned a little stressful as we went through the intersection on Hwy 12 in Walla Walla, Washington. We rented this little blue Prius, a 2008 with less than 3500 miles on it, and crashed it. The Subaru's 18-year old driver pulled out in front of us---from a stop sign onto the highway--without even looking in our direction. Luckily I was slowing down, thinking she would see us and stop---but she didn't and we wrecked. Bad times. Everyone's ok and honestly although that's what everyone always says is the most important thing: it is. The dogs were shaken up but not injured. Keith scraped up his arm a bit, but nothing serious. Ended up getting a ride up to the Walla Walla airport and rented another car (without disclosing why we needed one).

My First Car Accident.

the doggies comfort each other in the new rental car

1 comment:

Van De Graeff said...

Whoooa! Glad you two are all right. there must be some wierd car crash mojo in our building.