Bad Luck

When Travis married me, I don't think he realized that he would get some of the Broadhead Bad Luck genes.  Let me explain.  Earlier this year, my dad was rear-ended and it totaled his car.  The same week, he was driving his truck and got rear-ended again.  My mom has also been rear-ended recently, but it did not total the car.  Then you may remember this post from August when Travis got rear-ended and totaled his car.  Well, the bad luck has struck again...this time in the front.

 

Let me tell you the story.  Travis and I were headed down to Georgia to visit my parents for Christmas.  We left right after Travis got home and would be arriving about 1 in the morning.  Little did we know the change of plans.  About 2 hours south of Dayton, we decided to stop and take a potty break.

We were preparing to enter back onto the highway and pulled into the left turn lane.  The next thing I knew, there was a crash.  When I came to my senses, I realized that we were just in a head on collision.  I looked at Travis and asked if he was ok.  He said yes and asked if I was.  I said yes.  I jumped out of the car and asked the girls in the other car if they were ok.  They were fine. 

So, what did happen?  We were in the left turn lane about to get on the highway.  The girls were just getting off the highway and turning in our direction.  Instead of turning into their lane, they turned into ours.  Thankfully I did not see it coming.  I probably would have flipped out. 

We have soreness and I have a couple bruises, but everyone is ok.  Seriously, it was the craziest thing ever.  It happened so fast.  I didn't even see the airbag deploy.  Cars are pretty remarkable.  

This is where my head hit the windshield.  Haha...just kidding.  I don't know how it cracked.  Maybe the impact of me hitting the airbag??  I have a red spot on my forehead from it.  

Here is the other car.  We think it is a Chevy Ridgeline.  It was pretty bad too.  They were able to drive off though.

 At the junk yard getting all our stuff and saying goodbye.  (We think it is totaled)

 Another angle.  Travis could only open his door halfway.

We ended up spending the night at the hotel right across the street.  We were even given a ride by the police officer.  He had a decal in the window that said "Gotcha!"  We thought it was funny and the officer laughed and said not everyone that rides in the back of his car thinks it is funny.  It was an eventful night.