And yet again...

My car wasn't meant to not collide with other objects (double negative intended). It's just what it likes to do, it seems. I was driving home from class last week, going only three exits south to Liz's. I was driving an even 72 mph, radio tuned to NPR. I was intently listening to a discussion about testosterone levels in gay men (yeah... ha) when "CruNcH!" I was suddenly spinning around and came to a dead standstill facing oncoming traffic. It took me a second to realize what had just happened, dozens of headlights beaming me back into reality. Wha! I laid on my horn, not knowing what else to do. Cars started slowing to a stop, others kept creeping around me left and right. I had to raise my hand up to the window to signal them to stop so that I could get off the road. Luckily, Marco, who was trying to change lanes into mine, has insurance. Phew. So I'm fine, and my car needs a new bumper and trunk, but like I said, I think that's what he wants. So we are both fine. :)