My F-150 is toast and it's all my fault.
Crossing a street and never saw the 1500 Dodge until we collided. I was reaching for my phone.
I'm a little stiff but seem OK, the other driver seems OK.
1997 F150 without a scratch or dent. Perfect shape, new tires and brakes. I'll probably get five bucks when that little green lizard is finished with me.
I haven't been in an accident since around 1985 and have never been at fault, ever. I haven't had a ticket in 12 years.
Now this. I'm depressed, down in the dumps. Seems like my whole world is crumbling.
Sorry for the grumble, just had to vent somewhere.