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been stained for the second time in 15 minutes.
I parked on the shoulder of the road and stepped out to survey the damage. My car looked pretty ugly - the driver’s side headlight was ground zero for the collision — and the side panel was covered with fur from the deer, which had died on impact.
Fortunately, nothing in the engine appeared to be smoking or leaking, the bumper was not damaged and nothing was obstructing my tires. It looked drivable, but I decided to play it safe and have it towed.
I walked back to my car to call a tow truck and discovered I had somehow locked myself out of the car. My cell phone was stuck inside.
So there I was locked out of my wrecked car in 30-degree weather without a cell phone, just 15 minutes removed from my first speeding ticket. I was several miles east of Amissville and several miles west of Clevenger’s Comer on a section of U.S. 211 that features forests and fields as far as the eye can see and few houses, which I chose not to approach, seeing how it was after 11 p.m. on a Sunday - not the best time to drop in on strangers unexpectedly.
Traffic was light, but I tried to flag down another car for help. About 10 minutes passed while several vehicles sped by me. I don’t hold it against them for not stopping. These days, we’re told to play it safe, rather than try to be a Good Samaritan.
I couldn’t just sit out in the cold all night and I wasn’t sure how long it would take to walk to the Shell Station at the intersection of Route 229, so I started to think I might need to break one of my car windows.
Common sense overruled that plan. The way my luck
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