So, after 10 vehicle accidants, my car still was working. Repainted the thing ten times, just about any trimming had been whiped off atleast once, all lights have been bashed out multiple times and the body has been "unditched" plenty of times. The '95 Dodge Dakota had proven itself to be unbeatable.

Until this noon. I came back from upstate New York for a small pick up. A nice JVC radio set with 50 bucks discount if I picked it up at Monticello, and on my way back home I pulled up to a red light somewhere just a few miles from the G.W Bridge. A Lincoln Navigator sitting infront of me, I remember that part perfectly since those things are so goddamn huge you can't see the damn light no more.

Well, as I was waiting for the light to green. All o' the sudden I hear the damned sound as if some guy is pulling burnouts two feet away from you. And as soon as I try to look in my mirror...

... I get rear-ended by a Honda Civic. And since I never hold my foot on the brake at a light, I get pushed forwards into the Lincoln. The only thing I could think of the second after was "Damn, it wasn't me!?". Right, I jump out of the vehicle, with one of the worst neck-ache's I've had in years, dramatically yelling "Son of a *****!". The driver of the Lincoln jumps out and yells "What the hell!" at me... And I looked at him, he had this strange stare...

Then I noticed it. There was this blood-soaked hole on the windscreen of the Honda, at the side of the passenger seat. We both ran to the car, pulling the male driver out. He was in perfect shape, altough his nose was bleeding like as if it was simulating the Niagra Falls... His girlfriend on the other hand, who was still in the car... She wasn't wearing a seatbelt, and she bashed with her forehead into the windshield.

I pushed my car into the roadside grass, the driver of the Lincoln called 911 and that other fella' was trying to comfort his girlfriend. She wasn't doing fine, she was K.O and her head was bleeding very badly. All I had was a big bump on my forehead that was bleeding uncontrollably, one painfull neck and what later appeared to be a broken toe. The Lincoln driver had nothing, altough he almost had a heartattack it seems.

The Lincoln driver had those damage forms with him, for some apparent reason. So we filled them out, and we exchanged phone numbers. Ten minutes later the New Jersey state police arrived, and not a minute later the Ambulance aswell. As I exchanged phone numbers with both drivers, I was offered "medical service". I declined and decided to walk off. Taking my belongings from my completely totaled car and walk off home.

Since I didn't have a photo camera on me(Infact, I never have.), I was not able of taking pictures. And I left my car behind cause it was completely totaled. According to that guy who hit me, he was going 40MPH before he hit me. My rearbumper was crushed into the rear wheels, the exhaust was completely mishapen into the body and the back of the body is atleast five inches shorter now. Infront I've got two broken headlights, a leaking cooling-fluid cable and the bumper is completely off.

The Honda Civic was really and I mean really completely destroyed infront. As if Honda designs those things to crumble up at medium speed collisions. The Lincoln had two scratches on the rear bumper. Judging by my front, those things are made out of pure steel.

So anyway, I walked off with an slight... Hitch in my walking speed as I five minutes later see the Lincoln pass by. The guy pulled over and offered me a lift. Decent guy overall, even tough we didn't say a damn thing for the remaining 20 minute drive.

Two hours ago, I called that Honda driver. Asking how his girlfriend was doing. Seems like she's gonna pull through, but she's currently still on the E.R with as he calls it "Massive brain damage". Poor girl. Actually, while it was her own fault for not wearing a seatbelt, it's impossible to not feel sad.

Well, since I'm with the AAA. All it required was a phone call, and my car would be toed without me even being there. It was shipped off to the Bronx, where it'll live its final days before heading into the shredder.

The Dodge had met it's match. Actually, the Dodge went down like the Patriots. Unable to be beaten at first, then getting owned in the end. While the engine was fine, and even still started, the entire back was crushed in like a cardboard box. All in all, I have no car. A broken toe(Yes, I actually asked the doctor how that was possible to break to begin with, he didn't know). One of the worst headache's I've had in a while. And my neck's starting to feel like a tree.

Karma...