
Let me start off with Tuesday. I get out of class, I go into my back garage a few hours later, my car is gone. I call my dad to see if he had it, no, my brother, no, even my ****ing mom, no. So I fill out a report or whatever, the car was stolen. Then comes Thursday, I get a call during the day, the car is found, 2 miles north of Circleville. We immediately go down, it had ran out of gas, not much harm done everything is still with the car. Bring it back later that evening. Then comes Friday, I go out to Mr. Geero's to talk with Ben, everyone else, to see whats up. On my way back on 270 I get back to almost 71N, about 100 yards before a white cadillac clips my car, and I go accross four lanes of traffic and hit a wall after doing a 180 ~60-70mph. My car was almost completely turned around before I hit the wall. My front right end drags on the wall for a good 150 feet, then my back end hits. I am now facing on coming traffic. A car behind got the cars licience plate, called the cops, 911 etc. I am feeling like ****, my back is probably on its way to being gone again, and i will prob. need another surgery for it. Anyways, I just thought I would rant for a good minute.
The damage doesnt look bad, but the car is internally is done. What sucks really bad is earlier that day I had got a bill of sale ready to sell the car to a guy in florida and I was out basically just enjoying it one last time.
Friday the 13th

And Ben blew his motor too
