Last week I wrote about my 16 year old son being in an automobile accident. “The Call” came from the Payson Regional Medical Center, where James and one of his friends were transported.
Thankfully, James and his friends that were riding with him were all OK. They were banged up, cut up and bruised, but we were all thankful it wasn’t worse.
James is, understandably, a little leery of driving. But he’s gotten behind the wheel, and is “getting back on that horse that threw him’.
The car finally made it back to Phoenix today, and Francy and I went to see it for the first time.
The photos don’t really capture extent of the damage, or the emotions that run through your head knowing your 16 year old son was behind the wheel. Seeing the car for the first time actually freaked me out worse than The Call. If the main point of impact had been 12 inches further down the car and hit the drivers door, I suspect we’d have had a far far different outcome.
It’s a testament to seat belts, and the crash-worthiness of the Infiniti.
And some samples…