MY INVISIBLE CAR
by Leslie Huffman
Having an invisible car is both a privilege and a burden. Mostly a burden. O.K., it’s down right scary! When I purchased my large gray-green Honda minivan, I had no idea that, like Harry Potter, it had a cloak of invisibility.
So to my surprise, when driving home from the gym one morning, this guy stopped at a stop sign pulled right out in front of my big van that was moving 40 miles an hour and collided into my front end. That was just the beginning.
It has taken me years of learning defensive driving techniques to live comfortably with my Magic Bus. Those who don’t “believe” just need to take a ride with me. I am dodging cars left and right that cut me off, pull out in front of me and hit my car when it’s parked. None of which is ever my fault.
After my second fender-bender, when a girl late for work rammed into the backside of my car totaling my bumper and sliding door, I began a personal relationship with the collision center. Next, there was a kiss with my neighbors car, a side swipe in a parking lot, and a showdown with my garage door (that one was my fault).