Thursday night Robert and three good friends went to see the Philadelphia Union professional soccer game. On the way home, near the Linc (that would be Lincoln Financial Field, where the Eagles play, for those outside of Philly), Robert stopped with traffic at a construction site. Unfortunately, the guy behind him, driving a big SUV, didn't stop, at least not until he ran into the back of blacura at about, Robert guesses, 30 to 40 miles per hour.
Blacura was so named because it is a black Acura - get it? Of course, the black 1999 Acura TL has a vanity license plate that reads BLACURA. The plate does get attention; Crista was telling us today about the time she was leaving WaWa (a local 7-11 type store) only to find a young boy taking pictures of the license plate.
Robert and his front seat passenger were not at all hurt. The airbags did deploy, probably helping to keep them safe. The rear passengers, Matt and Callie, were hit with a lot of shattered glass from the rear window and one of the rear side door windows. They were bleeding from the glass, but were remarkably healthy after the crash.
Pam and I raced down to the accident site to do what parents do, and then to give everybody a ride home. It was a relief to see the kids in good spirits after their near disaster.
In looking for a new used car for Robert and Crista, we decided we would not look at another Acura, especially a black Acura. This blacura was actually blacura number 2; the original blacura (a black Acura CL) was totalled by a drunk driver while parked in front of our house. The drunk driver drove away dragging the car's front bumper. When stopped by a local police officer, the driver denied hitting our car...go figure. So, after two blacura's being totalled, we decided not to tempt fate. Enough is enough.
The next car for Robert and Crista, if Pam has her way, will be a tank. A really, really big tank.
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