First Car Accident

We got back to Pullman from Thanksgiving Break around 5 p.m. and decided that we should go grocery shopping at Winco since we had some time to kill, we had no food (milk, bread, cheese etc.) and it was a Saturday.  We got into the car and drove the back way on Airport road to Moscow.  Little did we know that the weather had changed in the ten minutes that we were driving.  The moisture on the road had quickly turned into black ice and we had no idea.  I told Megan to slow down just past the Pullman-Moscow Airport, I looked ahead and saw some lights…similar to road flares.  We crept forward to see that they were road flares and Megan hit the brakes too hard and we went out of control and into the ditch we went, hitting the back end of a truck that had already been in the ditch.  

Megan started hyperventilating and I was in too much pain to even move.  My seatbelt definitely saved my body from being hurt really bad.  I calmed Megan down as best as I could and a guy who ditched the truck came to our rescue.  He pulled Megan out and then he pulled me out, I had to climb out of the driver’s side.  The car was definitely on its side with the passenger side parallel with the ground.  We were not dressed for the occasion.  We had no idea we were going to spend the next hour outside in sandals and a thin layer of clothing...at least I was wearing a coat.  Megan called her dad and told him what had happened.  While we were calling parents and tow trucks, another car tried to make the corner and ended up in the ditch.  

 A few moments later a police officer came and told us that they blocked off the road so no more cars could come through.  The only other vehicle that came through was a gravel truck lining the road with sand and gravel.  He assured us that the tow truck was on its way.  While we waited, one of the friends of the guy with the truck was there to lend us their car for warmth, we climbed in and waited.  When the tow truck arrived, they got the car ahead of the truck out first, then the truck and then Megan’s car.  I went down into the ditch and grabbed the pieces that came off her car, just for souvenirs and to remember the occasion by.  Megan paid the tow truck guy and the car actually still drove. 

 We drove it to Dissmores because we needed milk, bread and some other things to get us by for the time being and then drove it home.  Megan was too afraid to drive it anywhere else.  She didn’t for a week, until it was time to take it in for repairs.  We also documented the damages just in case.    

The next morning I got up and I was really sore.  I even saw a light bruising on my upper body where the seat belt had pulled when we went into the ditch.

After the accident, every time I drive down that road, I remember the exact spot where we went into the ditch.