Saddle Seat Wednesday
I did not ride at the second Winter Tournament show last Saturday. Car accident. No transportation. I’m fine.
The accident happened Thursday night, with no traffic, on a major four-lane road. I was driving harmlessly along, heading home, thinking about stopping at the grocery store to pick up canned cat food. The other car drove straight into my back-end. I was going maybe 50 mph. The other driver was going 60? 70? This sounds dramatic, but the lack of vector differential significantly reduced the effective force.
The other car, a Honda Fit, spun wildly, ended up far off the road, and had a completely crumpled front end. Driver was up and fine. My valiant little Fiat 500 stopped in a straight line on the side of the road with a broken fender and dented trunk. After the deputy sheriff Hulked-out the piece of plastic rubbing one of the rear tires, I was able to drive home!
I don’t know if going home was the right answer. Once I did that, I had no way to get anywhere. I had no idea how deep the damage was. Car wasn’t moving again until headed for the shop. My husband’s car was at the airport. However, solving possible tow/taxi/rental issues at 11:30 at night did not appeal. All I wanted to do was creep home and pull up the drawbridge.
This meant I was stuck carless at home for 2 1/2 days. In more serious circumstances, there are people I could call who would be glad to help. I was fine. The house had enough food. Sitting quietly was a sensible response. Boring, but sensible.
Probably just as well I did not go to the show. It would not have been my A-game. I was very fortunate, but being subject to that much kinetic energy left me stiff and sore. Plus the adrenalin backwash took at least a day to work out of my system. So I sat.
Clearly, the ones who suffered most were the cats. Nothing but dry food all weekend. We were low on dog food, but I made up the difference with enough people food that they didn’t mind.
Over at the show, my schedule would have been the same as last month [Report]: three riding classes, one driving. The non-equitation classes had 12 entries. I had been looking forward to seeing if my showmanship had improved enough to get us noticed in the crowd. I had high hopes for the equitation class. The main movement of the new pattern is a canter circle that I ride as a jumper roll-back. In lessons, I was knocking it out of the park.
I mention the accident here because when the Winter Tournament banquet rolls around, my inner competitor will have a fit. She wants all! the! ribbons! I will need to remind her that I missed a show. I will need to reminding her why I missed a show. Won’t matter. Bitch has tunnel vision.