I'm an Excellent Driver
Friday, July 24, 2009 Earlier this week, in a hurry, I quickly said goodbye to the boys as I grabbed my purse and headed for the garage. "Dad will be home soon. Call either one of us if you need anything. Mrs. Nice-Neighbor-Lady is home if Toddler Child poops!"
I was late for a doctor's appointment. I usually tap the garage door opener as I exit the kitchen and enter the garage, like most people, but for some reason I skipped this step. I climbed in the car, realized the garage door was closed, reached up and opened the door with the remote attached to the visor, like most people do when they're pulling IN to their garage. I started the car, put it in reverse and hit the gas. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Then, I hit the garage door. Hard.
When I was in Arizona visiting my parents in January, I hit their house. I wrote about it here. These incidents rarely get a reaction from Chris or my family.
I called Chris on my way to the doctor. He was in a meeting so I left a long babbling message.
"It's me. The weirdest thing happened. I was in a hurry and I didn't open the garage door before I got in the car and I'm used to the garage door being open already after I start the car and so I just backed out like I usually do... Oh, maybe I didn't say I opened the garage door from inside the car. It's not that bad. The door was halfway up when I hit it. I mean there's damage...to the back of the car...and the top where I scraped it pulling back in...and the garage door...I think if you use a hammer you'll be able to fix it so it can shut...it's stuck...I couldn't assess it totally because I was late. ... ... ... We've been wanting new garage doors. Those dark steel ones are cool. Costco has a great deal... Sorry. Call me."
This happened only days after receiving these photos in the mail from the Scottsdale Police Department.
We were on the final stretch to my parent's house after being in the car for TEN hours with the kids and the dog. Chris regrettably let me drive from Flagstaff to Scottsdale, an easy two hour stretch. [Did I mention I get carsick? Driving is an antidote for carsickness.] We were less than five minutes from Mom and Dad's house. It was like a horse seeing the barn. I was photo radar-ed traveling 63 in a 45.
Even though the ticket was addressed to ChrisTOPHER, there's no denying it's me, ChrisTINA. The document requested Chris either accept responsibility for the offense or identify the perp. I think I'm going down.









Reader Comments (31)
Photo radar? That's legal? If it were me I would probably make it my mission to challenge photo radar all the way to the Supreme Court.
I hit non-moving things exclusively too, luckily all of them inanimate so far :)
Funny Chrissy post, as usual.
And whoa, Big Brother lives and breathes. I'm not sure if Austin has that kind of surveillance yet.
Sorry about your garage door. I have done things like that many times!
Thank you for keeping my friend Susan in your prayers. It means so much to me!
XOOXJen
I think ChrisTOPHER, in the spirit of partnership, should take the fall for at least incident. :-)
Love,Claire
I laughed about the garage door thing! I think you're great but honestly, you're an awful driver. ;)
When I was little, my Mom would FREAK out because I would open the garage door by hitting the button inside, then hit it again and race under it with my bike. She would constantly tell me stories of kids dying under garage doors. Haha!
Cool glasses by the way. :)
xo Robin
Also? No wonder I love you. My husband (the actual husband) drives the same way. I would post about it, with photos of his car of many dents, but he reads my blog and I wouldn't want to embarrass him. (Like I'm doing now.) Not that I don't embarrass him enough already with the whole wife, hot toe doctor, and having giving birth to Adam Lambert's twins.
But I've never crashed inside the garage!!
And - wow, they really do monitor speeds from cameras - see, I've learned a valuable lesson here today!
That's all I'm willing to admit to at the moment, but you might ask Corbie about her mom's car and garage. It is possible that I may have drove Corbie's mom's car into a completely closed garage and only stopped when Corb got on the floor and pushed the break. Luckily, Carol has a good sense of humor :)
Luckily, no one was hurt in the garage door incident and the speeding thing was minor. (I hate AZ's photo speed traps)
I'm still up for meeting at Cabella's. What days and time work best for you?
Did you read about my hubby's speeding ticket going though Nebraska? $175!!
*just realized today that your posts were not showing up in my reader anymore...that's my excuse for being late.*
I b*tch and moan and yell at The Teddybear all the time that he has TO BE CAREFUL WITH MY CAR this and BACK IN SLOWLY that and OHMYDEARSWEETWILLIAMSHATNER YOU'RE GOING TO KILL US!
We've had two cars and a total of seven minor accidents resulting in dents and scratches.
Guess who's responsible for each and EVERY one of them?
Yeah.
I love that you are a little distracted since you're so perfect in so many other ways.