Last tuesday, on the way home from work, my Elantra was struck at by a minivan going somewhere between 35 and 40 mph. The car was spun 180° and the airbags deployed—an experience I can only describe as being like losing a pillow fight with godzilla. Having heard too many bad stories about injuries from getting up too quickly from an accident like this, I struggled my phone out of my pocket and called for help. The Lincoln Fire Dept. managed to get me out of the car onto a board and haul me in to a closer look, where they found... bruises and scrapes.

I'm feeling extraordinarily lucky to have come out of this so well, considering what I saw of (the remnants of) the car the next morning. I'm also thanking God that I didn't have a passenger with me. The frame held as well as it could have for this kind of collision, but it still would not have been a good place to be.