Hehe 🙂 Anything is possible. Funny thing is how much a (relatively) small accident like this can shake me up. I was not able to form my thoughts very coherently immediately afterwards. When the police officer asked for my registration, I couldn’t remember what it looked like (no nice pink piece of paper in BC- all the forms look the same)- I just sort of stared blankly at my insurance folder and said something like “I’m from Alberta”. The cop looked at my plates then back at me and I said “…five years ago.” Thankfully, the cops were pretty understanding and just pointed at what they needed 😉

The lady whose car was in front of mine had just suffered another accident yesterday. Two days in a row, both rear-enders. She had a good sense of humour about it and I was pretty glad that I had stopped well back of her, so by the time my car reached hers it was a relatively gentle hit. The guy who hit me was a little ticked at me at first (“What kind of stop was that?”), but when all the cops showed up saying things like “the Acura had come to a complete stop” and “the grey van was at fault” and he realized he was in the wrong, he got a little more relaxed.

The reality is that the rush hour drive on Highway one is like russian roulette. The stop and go…literally coming to a complete stop a dozen times, rolling along at 15 km/h, merging over and over… puts you in the danger zone many times every day. I have learned to take it calmly, not change lanes much, and just try to relax- but that doesn’t mean the “gun” won’t go off.