I have a 2003 Acura TL type S and it's the most precious thing I have. I make sure nothing happens to it. People call me crazy because of how much time and effort I put into it to make sure nothing is wrong. People ask me the color and I'm specific with it, it's "gunmetal grey" not silver and not sparkly grey. I'm specific with it. I remember the first time I got to drive it. My mom took me into the Roosevelt elementary school parking lot when I was only 14 to let me just see how driving feels. It was so much fun, I remember I was trying to shift into drive and I didn't know I needed my foot on the break first and I remember my mom just started cracking up.
Now the story with the tree and my car is one I swear to god I will never not be tasked about. When I first got my permit, my mom needed the breaks redone on the car. With my uncles being mechanics we just had bough the parts and then went to my uncles place surrounded by trees and lots of room to just handing out and relax. My uncle wanted to drive the car to the store because we needed paprika for what my mom was making for dinner and he wanted his 911 large drink from a Dutch before he began so he had me drive around. With this he was able to see which brakes needed to be replaced right away vs some who could wait another month or two before needing to be redone. With going back home and somehow making all the green lights on the stretch of 28th street and then getting back to the house. Well he had decided the back breaks were the worst and those needed to be done first and he wanted me to back into the garage to place the back end on the orange jacks. Well so at my uncles house there are two trees fairly close to each other but hable enough room for a car to park between them. This spot is in front of the garage and is the perfect turn around spot to back into my uncles garage packed garage full of weird nerdy guy tools for big dodge Diesel trucks. Well my uncle told me to let off the gas completely and just let the car coast into the spot to be able to reverse into the garage. Well I didn't realize how much I needed to crank the wheel and I kept going without my uncle saying a word, and all of a sudden I hear "clunk" and I noticed I had brushed up aside the front end of my car to the tree. No dent or anything just a tiny little scuff. But the scariest part about that was going into the house while my mom was cooking laughing but knowing I might get my butt into huge trouble. What the best part was, was that when my uncle entered the house after me he couldn't do anything but just laugh because he thought it was so funny, and now anytime I am around any trees he always wants to make sure they are okay and he looks Beverly closely to make sure there is no scuff marks on them. To this day, almost 2 years after this incident, my family can not get over the fact that I barely brushed a tree. My mom tells everyone and my uncles always make fun of me. But what I think is the best part of this is, is that it's like one little thing and now my whole family knows and teases me about it any time they drive with me. It's like parking in a parking lot away from any treses my family always makes a joke about how "all the trees ran away before you could park here. They must have known you wee coming." I don't know. Sometimes it gets annoying but at the same time I have finally learned to embrace it and just laugh with them, because now I know they aren't laughing at me, they are laughing with me.
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Nathan
9/25/2017 10:30:35 am
Wow really descriptive
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Lexi
9/25/2017 12:12:13 pm
Great blog! I like how you can laugh with them now. I have a similar situation and it annoys me to this day when my little brother brings it up lol
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Tanya
10/13/2017 12:11:50 pm
Reading this makes me laugh. Whenever i get in my car, my dad reminds me that if i gonna hit something, make it be a tree or a bush because it could worse if i were to hit another car or a person.
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