Seat Belt Reality Check

"Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly."

My nephew, Andrew, and one of his best friends, Kyle, were very fortunate yesterday evening. Andrew's truck? Not so much. Andrew and Kyle were involved in an accident which totalled Andrew's Christmas present.

According to Marshall, there is a built-up cattleguard on the county road about a mile from Kyle's house. Andrew went over said cattleguard going a little too fast which caused him to over-correct the vehicle, hit a cedar tree and was launched hard enough to flip the 4-door Ford pickup onto its cab. Both boys had their seatbelts on which kept them from being ejected from the pickup. After they realized they were okay, they counted to three and released themselves from the seatbelts. Both landed pretty hard and said that hurt worse than the actual wreck.

I checked in with my sister-in-law, Lisa, this morning. Andrew was still in bed and I suspect he will be sore for a couple of days. The pickup was towed to their house and waiting for the insurance adjustor to confirm that it is beyond repair.

Seat belts. You can cuss them or be thankful for them. I was at a snail's pace when the gentleman ran the stop sign and broad-sided me several months ago. My seat belt kept me from hitting the steering wheel. I'll take a few bumps and bruises over the alternative.

Looks like Andrew gets to drive the 1995 Nissan Maxima (Kris' first car) to Texas Tech next month instead of his 2008 Ford F-150.......or catch a ride with Kyle.....