Don\'t be me...
Three months ago, I purchased a 2002 FE GTS Coupe. Number 003 of 360. 650 miles on it. When I dream, I don't dream of cars that beautiful.
Then, last week, after putting less than 500 miles on my prize, I wrapped it around a tree. No excuses. I just lost it. Then I really lost it. I've never felt lower in my entire life. I've never felt more helpless in my entire life.
Insurance has come through, and I'm not out any real money. Like I care in the least about the money. But with the insurance check, I could even get another Viper if I wanted one. Just not that one. Just not my dream.
So here I am. The cliche I never wanted to be. The warning sticker I never wanted to be. The ******* I never wanted to be that lit up cold tires, lost it and then sat there telling the people running over to my mangled car that I was okay, even when I was anything--ANYTHING--but okay. Never wanted to be, but am. That guy. The stupid one. The unworthy one. That guy.
And you know what? It's horrible. No, really--it's absolutely horrible. I never--NEVER--thought I'd have one of these marvels, but I really never--REALLY NEVER--thought I'd be sitting in one after driving it through a tree. But there I was. The stereo still on, the deflated airbad in front of me, the road at a sickening angle. There I was. Where I never dreamed--NEVER DREAMED--I'd be.
Don't me wrong. I'm alive and healthy. My back hurts a little, but that's it. No broken bones, no lasting injuries. I'll be fine. I'm lucky, I know. I could be dead. The way my baby looks, I should be dead. So I'm lucky. Very lucky.
Only I'm not lucky. And I know it. I'm stupid. And I know it. I'll never get that dream back. Maybe another car. Hell, maybe even another Viper. But never--NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER--that one. That gorgeous one. That dream. I'll never--NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER--have my dream back. And I know it. F**king hell, I know it.
So please, don't be me. I know, I know, most of you have a lot more driving experience and expertise than I do. You wouldn't do what I did. You wouldn't have to stand there, watching the tow guys struggle to get your twisted piece of metal onto a flatbed truck. You would never--NEVER--be me.
But still, don't be me. Please, please, please--PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE--don't be me.
Because I'll never be me again. And you don't ever want to be me.
Three months ago, I purchased a 2002 FE GTS Coupe. Number 003 of 360. 650 miles on it. When I dream, I don't dream of cars that beautiful.
Then, last week, after putting less than 500 miles on my prize, I wrapped it around a tree. No excuses. I just lost it. Then I really lost it. I've never felt lower in my entire life. I've never felt more helpless in my entire life.
Insurance has come through, and I'm not out any real money. Like I care in the least about the money. But with the insurance check, I could even get another Viper if I wanted one. Just not that one. Just not my dream.
So here I am. The cliche I never wanted to be. The warning sticker I never wanted to be. The ******* I never wanted to be that lit up cold tires, lost it and then sat there telling the people running over to my mangled car that I was okay, even when I was anything--ANYTHING--but okay. Never wanted to be, but am. That guy. The stupid one. The unworthy one. That guy.
And you know what? It's horrible. No, really--it's absolutely horrible. I never--NEVER--thought I'd have one of these marvels, but I really never--REALLY NEVER--thought I'd be sitting in one after driving it through a tree. But there I was. The stereo still on, the deflated airbad in front of me, the road at a sickening angle. There I was. Where I never dreamed--NEVER DREAMED--I'd be.
Don't me wrong. I'm alive and healthy. My back hurts a little, but that's it. No broken bones, no lasting injuries. I'll be fine. I'm lucky, I know. I could be dead. The way my baby looks, I should be dead. So I'm lucky. Very lucky.
Only I'm not lucky. And I know it. I'm stupid. And I know it. I'll never get that dream back. Maybe another car. Hell, maybe even another Viper. But never--NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER--that one. That gorgeous one. That dream. I'll never--NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER--have my dream back. And I know it. F**king hell, I know it.
So please, don't be me. I know, I know, most of you have a lot more driving experience and expertise than I do. You wouldn't do what I did. You wouldn't have to stand there, watching the tow guys struggle to get your twisted piece of metal onto a flatbed truck. You would never--NEVER--be me.
But still, don't be me. Please, please, please--PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE--don't be me.
Because I'll never be me again. And you don't ever want to be me.