- 5 years ago
- Wedding: November 2012
This is going to be a lengthy post and I apologize. I guess I have nobody else to talk to about it.
It’s been a shitty past few weeks. We had a hectic move to NJ, we’ve been without gas service in the new apartment since Tuesday (it is supposed to be turned on tomorrow), and my husband is having a kerfuffle with getting his car registered here. He got out of the military earlier this year, and his car was shipped (at the Navy’s expense) from Hawaii to NJ. A month before the Hawaiian registration was to expire, Darling Husband started the process of getting it plated in NY (where we still lived then) and it’s been one Catch-22 after another. First, the NY DMV needed a copy of the title and they were absolutely unwilling to accept the deed of sale. The problem was that First Hawaiian Bank had the title because he still owes money on the car. Even though he has made prompt payments every month, they refused to send him any official document to confirm that he has the title. They were, however, willing to fax it to the NY DMV if and only if they got a request from the NY DMV stating that they required such. But as it says on the NY DMV’s website, they do no such thing and furthermore, the NY DMV does not accept such documents via fax or e-mail. They require original documents either mailed or personally handed to them. FINALLY, Darling Husband was able to get someone on the phone at the bank who was willing to try mailing the original documents to the NY DMV–they were still adamantly refusing to mail them directly to my husband. The supervisor he spoke to on the phone a few weeks ago said she would push the request up the chain because of his circumstances, and call him when she found out more. Three days later, we still heard nothing. He called to inquire, and they said the documents had been already mailed. There was no delivery confirmation, no nothing. These important documents were sent via snail mail like they were a postcard, and weeks went by. We kept calling the NY DMV to see if they got the documents and the answer was always no. That doesn’t mean the documents didn’t arrive. Let’s be real here, First Hawaiian Bank snail mailed documents to the Brooklyn DMV and then wondered why they got lost in the shuffle. Just last Friday, they sent out the documents again.
So as of the beginning of this month, his car has been unregistered and I don’t have one. My brother, who lives nearby, was kind enough to loan us one of his for a while.
My husband got called into work for this evening so last night, we went bowling because he had the evening off. On the way home, we were on a three-lane highway. Someone zipped by us on the left side of the vehicle at at least 120 mph. Then it sounded and felt like a goddamn truck hit the right side of it. What I saw next was the other car spin out and bounce off the guard rail on the right hand side of the road. Then it spun completely across the highway and crashed into the median in the middle. That’s how fast he had been going. There was fire coming from under that car and under its hood. My husband, the driver, briefly lost control of my brother’s car, but was able to then pull it over to the shoulder. After ensuring I was alright, he got out to go check on the other driver, who we were worried could be trapped in a burning car. I got out the driver’s side and watched. The other driver got out and was clearly bombed, and very belligerent. He started accusing my husband of wrecking his car and blah blah blah. The OTHER car that had sped by us on the left before the impact had pulled over into the shoulder and then backed up. A few people got out of that car and were trying to calm the belligerent driver down. They clearly knew him, and after my husband and I stopped being so rattled by the accident, we realized they were probably removing drugs from his pockets and his car. The other car took off before the cops or anyone showed up. I wish we thought to get their license plate number. Anyway, cops, firefighters, and EMTs showed up. The other driver was arrested, and all the police told was that he was “severely impaired and failed all the tests they administed.” I suspect he was drunk and had gotten blitzed on other substances.
My husband is beside himself, not only because of the wreck, but because he feels responsible for totaling a car that my brother was lending to him until the registration bullshit got worked out. He knows that all he did wrong was happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and my brother is not angry at him at all–though I’d still feel really horrible about it too.
I’ll post pictures of the car damage when my husband wakes up and can send them to me from his phone… The rear right tire was practically ripped off… How in the fuck…? The rear right door looks like it went through a meat grinder or something.
Luckily, I’m fine. My husband is fine-ish. His back really hurts, and he only started noticing that it did once he crashed from the adrenaline (he already has a pinched nerve). The underside of my right arm is bruised really badly. The only reason for this I can think of is that I had my arm perched along the windowsill when the passenger side airbag came out.
We’re thankful that we weren’t horribly injured or killed, but I’m still really shaken by the whole thing. A foot of difference and I could have been impaled by a piece of car door, or showered with broken glass. And I feel like such a victim–albeit a very fortunate victim–because some coked up jackasses decided to drag race on I-78.
Can I just cry now? Please?