Yesterday, I wrote about the death of my 9 year old Chihuahua, Freckles. She passed away Monday from liver failure. Just a few hours after learning of her passing, I was scheduled to be on a 6:57pm flight from Ft. Lauderdale, FL to Newburgh, NY.
I left Boca Raton around 5pm and just got into I-95 south when traffic came to a stop. While sitting in my lane waiting for traffic to move, a pickup truck slammed into the back of my car and pushed me into a SUV that was stopped in front of me.
The SUV suffered minor damage, the pickup truck “attached” itself to the rear of my car and upon impact, the truck’s airbags went off. The driver of the truck, said he wasn’t paying attention and didn’t notice traffic was stopped. Fortunately for all of us, nobody required medical attention.
The brand new 2010 Ford Mustang GT convertible with only 4,000 miles on it that I was driving, did not fare as well.
After about 45 minutes of waiting for the Florida State Trooper to prepare his paperwork, I was finally on my way with 60 minutes to get to the airport. Wanting to put this day behind me and get on the plane, I opted to drive the car in its current condition and park it at the airport until my return. Unfortunately, traffic was still slow moving on I-95 and the normal 20 to 30 minute trip ended up taking over an hour.
I missed my original flight to Newburgh, but JetBlue was able to accommodate me on a flight into White Plains, NY. The only drawback was, my car was in Newburgh! Still going on the “I want this day to be over” theme, I called Kevin Gilbride at Gilbride Limo, who on just three hours notice, had a car waiting at White Plains for me.
By 2:15am I was home in Scranton, PA relieved that the day was over and happy to be greeted by my two Chihuahua’s Baby and Peanut. The three of us went right to bed.
So I’m going to be driving one of my cars down to Florida this Thursday and Friday and upon arrival will have to take the Mustang to be repaired. Then Monday night, I’ll get my other car that’s spent too many hours in long term parking at Newburgh.
All that is of course dependent on luck. Something which I’ve had none of this week.