Yup. Thomas, my best pal in the world who reguarly sleeps over at my house and did so last night, and I decided to head to our tattoo shop early today to get some organizational stuff done. We decided to take my Explorer since he's probably gonna spend the night again tonight and his truck is full of car parts for some car he's working on restoring and my chair wouldn't fit in there right now, heh. I asked him to drive my car since I am sick and feel like crap. He's perfectly used to driving around with hand controls as he drives my car all the time. Last minute, he wanted to run to McDonald's to grab some breakfast first cuz I was still in my house getting ready. All of a sudden, I hear a gigantic bang and a whooshing sound. Go outside wondering what the hell is going on and see my garage door (the automatic kind), all bent and crumpled with the door still down, broken glass everywhere and Thomas trying to get out of the garage by trying to lift the big ass door up and crawl out from underneath. For some reason, he just totally spaced out, had the car in drive instead of reverse, and somehow hit the gas instead of the brake, I don't know what the hell he was thinking. He drove THROUGH the garage door, which lifted up and over the car (WTF!), car hit the wall on the other side, and the garage door came crashing down onto the ground, thus shattering the glass windows on the upper part of the door and smushing it up pretty good on top of the crumpling from the car impact. Thankfully he wasn't hurt and managed to get the car braking in time so that he didn't hit the wall with much force and did no damage to my house (it's the wall of my living room) and the only damage to my car is the sideview mirror being ripped off and paint damage which isn't even that bad, it just goes from the front of hood and also on the roof. Luckily I have a big truck-like vehicle because I think a smaller car would have gotten messed up pretty good. No broken lights, no structural type damage that we can see, not even a dent in the hood. It's the garage door that's completely f*@ked. The thing will need to be completely pulled out and replaced so I have to call the house insurance. We actually can't even get the car out of the garage right now because the garage door is stuck about 2 foot or so off the ground. Thomas was trying to pry it up further but it won't budge. He feels so bad, was offering to pay for it and stuff but replacing that door plus the car repairs would cost thousands. I'm just glad he wasn't hurt, I didn't even get upset with him because it could have been so much worse and accidents happen. The funny thing is that he drag races cars for fun--you'd think he'd know how to freakin' drive! I seriously thought the world was ending when I heard that big banging/whooshing sound though. And being sick right now really sucks ass.
This post has been edited by twisted_ophelia: 05 May 2009 - 03:12 PM

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