I loved going to the village because of driving on these roads. I used to enjoy a lot and as always chose roads of second and third, because the landscape is wilder, I hardly used to bump into two vehicles in all the way. I mean, I was the master of the road... and (vented / unloaded ¿?) a lot of adrenaline.
I do not mean with this that I was a reckless fool. Knowing well the itinerary gave me an excess of confidence and I was conscious of it.
On that occasion, the weather was splendid. I was not driving fast and we had the windows down. My wife and I were chatting. The music sounded low. At this speed you could contemplate the scenery. What I did not see and perhaps I never saw until then, was the road sign which warned of the danger.
It was a very long straight. My wife started screaming. Some deers were coming from the right side of the forest. When I turned my head, the deers were in front of me. I braked and turned the wheel. I could dodge the mother, but the fawn jumped and slammed into the windshield.
After the shock, I could pull over the car on the edge. We got off the vehicle, I checked the damage, just some scratches and dents, and we looked into the distance but there was no trail of the animals.
The windscreen was like a crystal cobweb. There was a hole just in front of me, produced by the head of the poor animal and I could drive to the nearest town. There, we informed of the accident in the Civil Guard quarter. Then, we had to accompany them until the place of the accident.
The windscreen was like a crystal cobweb. There was a hole just in front of me, produced by the head of the poor animal and I could drive to the nearest town. There, we informed of the accident in the Civil Guard quarter. Then, we had to accompany them until the place of the accident.
They followed me and I drove very slowly. Making of guide for the police, after the shock, it was a peculiar situation. We arrived at the right place and we stopped. One of the guards ventured a few minutes in the woods. He returned empty-handed. The other guard told us we had to find the remains of the animal, for the thing of insurance and possible compensation.
The deer was not found but remnants of hair and blood were dotted in the front of the car. That seemed to be enough.
Once in my village, my car and I had to accompany the tow truck driver of the insurance to the capital of the province so that the windshield was replaced.
In summary, (now it is when the moral comes), if I had paid more attention to road signs and had not had so confident, probably, the accident would not have happened.
Some days after, my wife and I were commenting: what a coincidence!, that day I was driving slowly, and the possibility that if I had gone faster, maybe now I could not be telling it.
Now we have two children and a family car (minivan). We love going to the village and since then I am much more cautious on the road and I am very attentive to all traffic signs.
My wife and I are thinking that the fawn only was injured.
When my wife and I were not married yet (better: Before my wife and I were married), we used to go to the village on weekends. I wAS youngER and MORE reckless with the steering wheel and, of course, with the accelerator. I had driven hundreds of times on this road. I knew perfectly the way. A journey of 110 km, and with some very winding mountain passes.
ReplyDeleteI loved going to the village because of driving on these roads. I [] enjoyED IT a lot and [] always chose SECONDARY roads , because the landscape is wilder, I hardly used to bump into two vehicles in all the way (better: I would hardly see two vehicles...). I mean, I was the master of the road... and PRODUCED/PUT OUT a lot of adrenaline.
I do not mean with this that I was a reckless fool. Knowing well the itinerary gave me an excess of confidence and I was conscious of it.
On that occasion, the weather was splendid. I was not driving fast and we had the windows down. My wife and I were chatting. The music WAS low. At this speed you could contemplate the scenery. What I did not see and perhaps I never saw until LATER, was the road sign which warned of the danger.
It was a very long straightAWAY. My wife started screaming. Some deeR were coming from the right side of the forest. When I turned my head, the deer were in front of me. I braked and turned the wheel. I WAS ABLE TO dodge the mother, but the fawn jumped and slammed into the windshield.
After the shock, I [] pullED over the car on the edge (or shoulder). We got OUT OF the vehicle, I checked the damage, just some scratches and dents, and we looked into the distance but there was no SIGN of the animals.
The windscreen (windshield in the US) was like a crystal cobweb. There was a hole just in front of me, produced by the head of the poor animal and I [] drOve to the nearest town. There, we REPORTED the accident in the Civil Guard quarter. Then, we had to accompany them TO the place of the accident.
They followed me and I drove very slowly. ACTING AS A guide for the police, after the shock, it was a peculiar situation. We arrived at the right place and we stopped. One of the guards ventured FOR a few minutes in the woods. He returned empty-handed. The other guard told us we had to find the remains of the animal, for the PURPOSES of insurance and possible compensation.
The deer was not found but remnants of hair and blood were dotted ON the front of the car. That seemed to be enough.
Once in my village, my car and I had to accompany the tow truck driver of the insurance COMPANY to the capital of the province so that the windshield COULD BE replaced.
In summary, (now it is when the moral comes), if I had paid more attention to road signs and had not BEEN so confident, probably, the accident would not have happened.
Some days after, my wife and I were commenting: what a coincidence!, that day I was driving slowly, and the possibility that if I had BEEN GOING faster, maybe now I could not be telling THE STORY.
Now we have two children and a family car (minivan). We love going to the village and since then I am much more cautious on the road and I am very attentive to all traffic signs.
My wife and I are thinking that the fawn only was injured.
Great story, well told. Some of those verb tenses are tricky -- I had to stop and think about them.
"Deer" is a funny word -- the singular and plural are the same. Several other animal names behave likewise.
Good words: reckless, splendid, slammed, ventured, empty-handed.
I am surprised that you had to get the police involved and that they searched for the animal. None of that would happen here.
Yes, I suppose that I just would have gone at my village without further ado, but I called my eldest brother who is a lawyer and he told me that in these cases the Government of that province would take over the cost of repairing the damage, for which previously, I had to report the accident to the Civil Guard quarter, for them could write a report.
DeleteShortly after, I had entered the money in my account. The insurance company took care of everything.