Upon first glance, it may not appear as such in the picture, but this is actually a glass half full story.
Take one wet mountain road, darkness and a slick curve and you have the recipe for potential disaster.
I’m not happy about my 22-year-old Baby Blazer, which was in near mint condition before I left home Tuesday evening.
I’m thankful this is the worst of it. I wasn’t going fast when I hit the other truck and he was also not injured. (Our friends tell Dale and I we drive like old people and one friend even refuses to let me drive because I go “too slow”).
It wasn’t until we got home Tuesday night that Dale said, “Well, it could have been worse. That truck may not have been there at all.”