D:
So, I'm driving, and it's ONE WEEK after I get my license, in September. Yeah, just driving my cute lil Stank Bug when all of a sudden, I see a pothole the size of Oklahoma itself. I have no time to react, since I was actually looking AHEAD and it wasnt in my field of vision. So my front-passenger tire goes BAM into it. I'm like, "Ohmygosh! ...Hey, maybe it's okay.." And i turn my music down to hear..
The bare, steel wheel grinding on the pavement ): I'm trying not to panic, and I put my emergency flashers on, then I pull into some little stretch of road that eventually leads to some school, or something I think. I get out and look at my car...
The wheel cover - gone.
The steel wheel - bent.
The tire - decimated.
And i start
crying.
T____T
I called my mom on someone's phone who drove by, still crying... and meanwhile this guy (who was IRONICALLY on the ROAD CREW that was riiight about to FIX THAT POTHOLE I HAD JUST KILLED MY CAR WITH... >.>) helped me get the spare on.
My mom got there, and we drove to get the wheel fixed.
I ended up getting the freakin awesome rims that are still on my car to date, as an early Christmas present. After school (a large chunk of which I had missed dealing with the wheels), we took my car to get checked on, since I hit that pothole going probably 20-30 with my brakes on for like a second... After a few days, here's what we found out.
Both rocker arms were messed up and needed to be replaced.
Water pump - cracked.
Windshield fluid reservoir - leaking.
OIL PAN - cracked!
D:
At least I got awesome wheels! Lol.
The end.
(Awesome story, bro.)