It's Still Kickin'

I like control, which would explain why I dont exactly like authority figures. I like driving and the sense of freedom I possess when I drive, I like the assumed control over the car. In hitting a snowdrift the other day I lost control over of the car, the car then took control over me, spinning me around and into a telephone pole, with at most a 12 inch diameter, only placed every (insert correct amount) feet apart, yet in most accidents the car is drawn to hit the pole rather then the large amount of space between the poles, weird, huh?
I find it so interesting that a human's mind can block out what it dosen't want to think about, that when something unexpected happens in an instand that a person wouldn't remember what happen. I remember going around the corner, at about 25 mph, probably 500 feet ahead the snowdrifts began, I didnt look at the speed-o-meter, I don't think I hit the brakes, I remember moving the steering wheel and saying a few choice words over and over again, when I lost all control I thought I had obtained, I could see that the front drivers side door was headed toward a standing pole that has caused so many deaths, it so happened that I was going to be the victum of this pole, I remember jerking the wheel so hard to the right trying to prevent what I probably overexagerated as death, the window turned white (more like the color of snow after the snow plow went by on a sanded road, whatever color you choose to call it) the white prevented me from seeing where I was headed and if my body was going to be taken victum of this pole, when everything stopped, finally, the pole wasnt beside me, but it was three feet behind me, where it hit between the back seat window and the back window, not breaking any glass and not breaking me. After I came out of my fog a truck drove upon the scene, a was crying my eyes out, poor old guy was like "um, are you, like okay?" I assured him that I was fine, my car would probably need surgery, this particular part of that day is kind of amusing to look back on, the guy didnt know what to say, and I wasn't all too helpful, I'm sure.
The snow plow went by five minutes later (perfect timing, huh?) Eight to ten people stopped to see if I was okay, this, in a sense shows the charm of The County, the charm that I hope my children can grow up and be a part of. In first response we assumed the car was totaled, as for an old car, however, after two and half hours, my dad was able to get the metal frame off of the side of the tire, making the good ole wagon once again driveable. Scared? Yes, out of my brains, but everything worked out so perfectly (as far as the situation can go) We have one less usable door, a large dent, a lack of paint; as the commercial would say, new body work and a new paint job. :-)