It’s a rollover!!

There were lots of potential titles for this blog post – I was thinking of ‘Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’, or ‘You Gotta Roll With It’, or ‘Roll out the Barrel’ etc. etc.  You may have noticed a theme in the potential titles.  And with good reason.  You see, whilst wending my way to work this morning, I accidentally did this to my car:

The afformentioned rollover

Not a great way to start the day, for sure.  Basically I hit a patch of black ice, fishtailed down the road trying to control the slide before ploughing into the verge and turning over.  I ended up with the car on it’s roof, me still sitting in the car with my seatbelt attached.  The next hour and a half taught me lots about people.

Firstly, I was aware that I was probably in the middle of the road and a target for other cars sliding on black ice and secondly I didn’t want to burn up if the car caught fire so straight away I undid the seatbelt, dropped out of the seat and checked both the car doors (which wouldn’t open from inside), I looked back and saw the back windscreen had smashed so I crawled through the car and clambered through the open space.

Life is a 'Roll'ercoaster

Moment number 1:  Some kindly driver, coming in the opposite direction, who must have arrived on the scene literally as the wheels were turning in the air, slowed down, drove his car around the outside of mine, presumably saw me crawling out of the back windscreen and carried on driving into the distance.  I tried to remember the number plate but I have forgotten it.

Moment number 2:  Two minutes later a car coming from the same direction as me passed me and pulled over.  A man called David stopped and got out, asking me if I was OK.  ‘I think so,’ I helpfully replied.  With that, David pulled out a high visibility jacket and started to alert traffic to slow down – keeping everybody safe.  He later told me that his ABS had kicked in as his car came down the same stretch that my car danced on.  David stayed for a long time, quietly getting on with his business saving other people from accidents and then went on his way.  Thank you David.

Moment number 3:  Another guy cycled past and pulled over.  By then I was helping to direct traffic and calling people on the phone.  This guy was also called David.  He came up to me and was clearly giving me a once over making sure I was OK.  He worked on a local farm, I believe, and was just the kindest man.  Many times he tried to make me take his orange juice and find somewhere to sit down, and he also stayed until he was no longer of help.  David number 2 – thanks to you too.

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Moment number 4:  The two police arrived and were lovely.  One of them said he had feared the worst when they came over the brow of the hill and couldn’t believe it when I had told them that I was the driver.  They also said that the road was really bad and phoned the local council to get the gritters out.  They received a reply that the roads would be thawed in 2 hours anyway, and so it wasn’t worth doing….  This being said as other cars were sliding and spinning their wheels on the road in front of us!

Moment numer 5: A guy towing a massive caravan drove past the accident scene and slowed to a halt, wound down his window and earnestly said to the Police Officers, ‘Be careful, the roads are icy….’  A moment of pure comedy.

Not such a wicked day

Moment number 6: The towtruck arrived and my car, which had belonged to my Dad before he died, was towed away.  Sad moment.  Although I did make sure to tell the guy operating the tow truck to make sure that he didn’t scratch the car because it was my pride and joy…..  Then the police, who couldn’t have been a more cordial and lovely couple of guys, gave me a lift home to my front door.  Thanks, kindly officers.

So, what have I learned about all this then?  Well, firstly, black ice is a complete nightmare and impossible to drive on.  Secondly there are some heartless idiots and some caring souls on our planet, but they are balanced in favour of the nice ones, so that makes me feel happier about humanity.  Thirdly, I was insanely lucky to have escaped with only the injuries you can see in the picture below after this one:

Pathetic, really.

I like to think that someone was looking out for me.  Hopefully, Dad – he’s got enough time on his hands.  If that is the case however, he will now be tutting and wishing he could give me some advice about driving.   Now I’ve got to start searching for another car….