So I think I had what is the first car crash in my life.
Last Saturday, as I was about to park by the South Amboy boat unloading dock, my CRV suddenly launched into the wall about 3-5 feet in front.
Yes, I remember stepping on the gas.
No, I don't remember what was going through my head. Not exactly. Perhaps I was thinking I was stepping on the clutch? Or that I thought I was stepping on the reverse (I may have thought that I was too close to the car parked on the left and thus wishing to readjust my vehicle)? Or that the uneven parking lot that I was driving through just dragged the car so much that I stepped on the gas to make the car move and I was forced to feed immense gas into the engine to overcome it, not realizing that once the car escaped the sandy ground, it gained so much friction on the grassy land in addition to increased gas input, that there's no time to stop the car from hitting the wall.
From a brief look, I couldn't find any serious internal damage. Mostly cosmetic in the front. Good front bumper. The front grill looked crooked a bit, I could push and click it most of the parts back into place, sort of. And the only serious one was the damaged driver's seat airbag. It's off. Its warning light came on. The driver's seat belt cover was knocked open. The seat belt was loose, but the next day it worked again springing back tightly, I don't know how, but when I was examining it, something clicked inside and it started rolling back.
My wife will bring the car to her only favorite mechanics in Flushing.
This experience has taught me humility, in addition to be more "present" minded. I had always thought myself as a uniquely qualified driver who has never had any accident.
Also, perhaps the Lord has other purpose, like preventing me to go to boating and go home early to eat dinner with Nana.