Welp, the day I hoped would never come, came. Saturday morning, June 6th, I was coming home from a school sponsored post grad party when I fell asleep, missed a slight turn, and hit a tree. Two more miles and I would have been home. Lucky for me, I walked out of the car. I could have easily lost my legs or even died. My knees were pretty banged up and bruised, but one is fine now and the other is getting there. The floor started to crinkle up, the quarter panels started to warp, and the trunk is even crooked. I was wearing glasses, and one of the lenses ended up in the back seat somehow, without leaving any marks on my face.
VVV My cell phone was in this pocket of my backpack in the back seat. Somewhere along the line, it tore through the pocket, flew past my head, and hit the windshield. My dad found it on the dashboard. Oh, and it still works fine.
Am I the first person in the club to actually drive it until it died? VVV