So for three days, me, and my Mother had to go to Texas to see my sister's graduation and help my grandmother move to Springfield, MO (Which is were I live).
Day one we had an 8 hour drive and met sister and grandmother and stayed at a hotel.
Day two me, mother, and grandmother saw my sister's graduation, and we celebrated.
Day three is where things got busy. We had to pack up everything in grandmother's apartment to the U-Haul truck. Now that happened. We needed a car dolly because I can't drive, and we had three cars to deal with (Mother's car, U-haul truck, and grandmother's car) So mother's car was carried by the car dolly. We set off to MO.
Around the 6th of the 8 hours of driving. I was in my grandmother's car and both of us was behind the U-Haul truck with the car dolly carrying mother's car. (Mother was driving the U-Haul)
Mother then, out of nowhere, drove to the side of the road, and so did we. I went out of grandmother's car and mother got out of the U-Haul and she said to me:
"Check the dolly."
I did, and the straps on the wheels were off.
I freaked out in my mind, I imagined if that car got off the car dolly. We where going 70 miles per hour and a collision like that would cause massive bleeding. Mother said that someone who drove by her pointed at the car dolly with a wide-eyed expression. That's how she knew what happened.
So we fixed the car dolly and strapped the wheels extra tighter and continued the road. I have no idea who that guy was, but I hope good things happen to him since he freaking saved two people with a point of a finger. Life couldn't be any better for 10 minutes after fixing the car dolly.
It's weird how I wasn't traumatized about avoiding death by luck.
Day one we had an 8 hour drive and met sister and grandmother and stayed at a hotel.
Day two me, mother, and grandmother saw my sister's graduation, and we celebrated.
Day three is where things got busy. We had to pack up everything in grandmother's apartment to the U-Haul truck. Now that happened. We needed a car dolly because I can't drive, and we had three cars to deal with (Mother's car, U-haul truck, and grandmother's car) So mother's car was carried by the car dolly. We set off to MO.
Around the 6th of the 8 hours of driving. I was in my grandmother's car and both of us was behind the U-Haul truck with the car dolly carrying mother's car. (Mother was driving the U-Haul)
Mother then, out of nowhere, drove to the side of the road, and so did we. I went out of grandmother's car and mother got out of the U-Haul and she said to me:
"Check the dolly."
I did, and the straps on the wheels were off.
I freaked out in my mind, I imagined if that car got off the car dolly. We where going 70 miles per hour and a collision like that would cause massive bleeding. Mother said that someone who drove by her pointed at the car dolly with a wide-eyed expression. That's how she knew what happened.
So we fixed the car dolly and strapped the wheels extra tighter and continued the road. I have no idea who that guy was, but I hope good things happen to him since he freaking saved two people with a point of a finger. Life couldn't be any better for 10 minutes after fixing the car dolly.
It's weird how I wasn't traumatized about avoiding death by luck.
