Invincible...

As many people know about me, I love driving. Whether it is around the corner to the shops or a massive drive, I love it. Over the few months of having my license I have become a very confident driver, learning the limits of my car and how hard I can thrash it while still controlling it. Through doing this I had the sense of being invincible, that nothing could hurt me while I was in the drivers seat. This was until 2pm 31st July 2009. I was driving along West Terrace in the city when all of a sudden the two cars in front of me slammed on their brakes. In fear I did the same. I went from going 60kph, to going millimeters per second because everything began to move in slow motion. I heard my wheels screech as I approached the car in front of me. My body tensed up, ready to embrace the impact of the car. Then it happened. I slammed into the back of the Mazda 3. We turned the corner and I sat in my car for a minute. I needed to process what had just happened. Even though it was only a small accident, it shook me up completely. I was even scared to get back in my car. I went and spaced out at Koorong over a latté for about 2 hours. This wasn't meant to happen. Over and over again I replayed what had happened, haunting myself more. The reality is that I am not invincible in the drivers seat, my lesson has been learnt.