Yup. That's our car, or what's left of it.
A week ago Saturday was a big day for me. I had been invited to present at a TEDx regarding human trafficking. I was PUMPED! Dear Husband was of course with me, and my oldest sister drove over to lend moral support.
The talk went great, and the three of us went out for a celebratory dinner. My sister left, and then Hubby and I hit the road. About 40 minutes from home, a large pickup truck made an illegal left-hand turn in front of us and...then everything in the world exploded.
I won't bore you with all the details, but Hubby has a broken wrist, and I've got whiplash, a minor concussion, a badly sprained ankle, and lots of bruises. The ambulance attendants were marvelous and the ER staff (Nurse! I love nurses!) were stellar.
Now to heal. Oh...and get a new car.
By the way, thank you Chevrolet. All of your safety features worked the way they were designed to, and you saved our lives.