If you are watching the news about the Colorado’s snow storm and feel sorry for those who had their cars wrecked, then feel sorry for me ‘cause I am one of them. And this is my dead Honda in the picture.

I was on my way to Colorado Springs this morning and somehow I hit the black ice with 55 mph speed. I pretty much lost control and all the skills I acquired by playing “Need for Speed” and “Grand Turismo” didn’t help in the real world scenario. Although I managed to get over to the left shoulder, it was too narrow for my fat Honda. I was squeezed right between a truck and the guard rail. The car died instantaneously.
The collision stopped the sliding car and the seat belt literately saved me from slamming around. I smelled the gas. My driver side of the door was completely stuck. For a second, those car explosion and burning scenes were flashing through my head. Ironically, other than a slightly twisted neck, I was OK without a single scratch.
After a few minutes of sanity check, I dialed 911. The lady on the phone told me there were too many injured people who needed help so they couldn’t help me. She gave me a towing company number and hung up. “No cop?” I was scratching my head.
The truck driver whose car got all scratched up because of me stepped out and asked me if I were OK. Then he said to me, “I don’t have a driver’s license, so I have to run. “ He took off before I could even take down his license number. Wow, anything could happen in this world.
So, my victim ran away; 911 wouldn’t take my call; my car had no heat and I started to feel cold; I called towing company but couldn’t give them exact location so they told me to call back until I found out where I was (and how in the world was I supposed to do that? Walk on highway in storm??); nobody on the highway was checking on me (they all drove around me; what the hell???!!) and oops, my cell phone only had one bar left. What else could go wrong?
Ok, I admit that at that time, I started to cry like a girl until a highway patrol trooper stopped and knocked on my window. It was probably half an hour after I had the accident and the cars were starting to back up because of me. The cop took me to his car and started to look for a towing truck. I finally felt much better, warmer and safer. Thanks to my climbing buddy too who stayed on the phone with me for a while to offer a lot of options and advices.
I stayed with Officer Ernie (I only got his first name) for nearly two hours. He was on the radio, cell and computer to coordinate a towing truck but accidents happened everywhere this morning. The traffic was backed up miles in front us and my dead Honda was pretty much blocking half of the left lane. We simply couldn’t get one to come in until another trooper showed up to help to redirect the traffic.
On my way back to Denver, I counted 5 accidents with one truck completely flipped over. The tow truck driver told me I was one of the very few passengers he had in the last 3 days ‘cause “everybody ended up in the hospital”, he said. I could feel a chill went down my spine. Ok, buddy, you are not helping!
Ironically, the Honda body shop he took me to is right next to my usual climbing gym. After getting all the nasty paperwork done, I had about 2 hours before Hertz rental to deliver a car for me. Hmm… rather than sitting here waiting, I could go for a climb. So I did and I got my ass kicked badly. I, a solid 5.10 climber fell on a 5.8 route. Lesson learned? Never engage in extreme sports after a car crash. Durh.. what the hell was I thinking..
Well, I guess after a long nasty scary day, it wasn’t too bad after all because things could be a whole lot worse. At least I got to:
- sit in a cop’s car for the very first time and chat with a nice cop. Oh, I found out a supervisor like Officer Ernie can actually make $80,000.
- I didn’t get a ticket for reckless driving and my victim ran away so I didn’t have to pay for his damage.
- I got a snow day off!
- And most importantly, I am alive and all of my body parts are still at where they are supposed to be.
Tonight, I am sitting in my Denver apartment to chill out. Tomorrow morning, I am going to give the nasty highway another shot. This time, I am going to go 40 miles an hour if the snow condition isn’t improving. So wish me luck!!