So. I've had my first incident in the car. And it was completely my fault.
I've started practising playing pool again, with my mate A (of the swimming in a bra whilst we were camping fame), and that means driving to his house twenty minutes away and driving back. No big deal, but this particular night, it was dark, wet and windy.
And more importantly, I was listening to Queen.
I don't know about anyone else, but when I listen to Queen, I don't listen to it quietly. Especially not Bohemian Rhapsody, and particularly not the rockier parts. Which was one of the parts I was at when I got back in the car and turned the stereo on.
I'd parked dead straight in the driveway, but I thought I was a bit close to the bushes, so I'd correct on the way out. Because somewhere between parking dead-straight and coming to reverse, I lost my tiny little mind.
Honestly. What happened next I cannot excuse and cannot explain away. I corrected what I thought was the right amount, and because the metal fence A's place has as the other side of the driveway was in shadow, I Scaramouched right along it.
Except, because of the volume of the music, I didn't realise until the mirror on the passenger side bent backwards.
Jeremy was thankfully not too annoyed (It was, after all, his car), and the car is not too damaged.
But I think I'm going to ban myself from listening to Queen in the car from now on. At least when I'm reversing.
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