Yip, that’s our car in that photo above. On Tuesday, on our way to take Ethan to the doctor, we had an untimely meeting with a motorbike.
We were on our way to Panorama Medical Centre to see the paediatrician because Ethan was (and still is) vrek sick. We came to an intersection where we had to turn right. Mark slowed down because the traffic light was red. On his right, was a car turning into the road we were in but behind him was a motorbike, in a hurry to get somewhere. He overtook the car in the bend, accelerated and fucked into our car. Luckily Mark saw him taking the bend and tried to swerve out of the way but because there was a car in the lane next to us, he couldn’t avoid him.
All I remember is Mark saying something along the lines of “look at this idiot”, I glanced up from my phone and saw this blue object hurtling towards us. I heard the metal scraping and an oofh as the man hit the car. I sat there for a few seconds trying to process what had just happened. Then Harper gave a cry, Mark tried to open his door and couldn’t and I jumped out to check on the kids.
I opened the back door, made sure Ethan and Harper was fine and shouted at the motorcyclist. I am ashamed that I shouted at him but all I can put it down to is shock. I shouted “My kids are in the car!! My kids!! What were you thinking?!!” and then 2 seconds later, “Are you okay?!?”
He was not okay. He had gotten up after falling, collected his boot that had fallen off and went to sit on the grass on the side of the road. I went to him and asked him again if he’s okay. He said he couldn’t move his arm but other than that, he was fine. It looked like he might have dislocated his arm but when Mark called this morning, he was told that he had broken bones and couldn’t work or do anything with that arm for 6 weeks. I tried to call the ambulance, or the police or any freaking emergency service but I just could not get hold of anyone. 2 minutes after the incident occurred, the rapid response was on the scene and took over. They were a massive help and kept everyone calm. They helped us get the information we need for the insurance and even called our insurance for us to inform them of the accident.
I am so grateful that the damage was minimal and mostly only to the vehicle. I am grateful that we weren’t injured. I am grateful that the children were buckled up and safely in the backseat. I am grateful that Mark had the sense to try to swerve because the bike and driver would’ve hit us head on. I am grateful that we chose to change our insurance a month ago and now have an amazing broker that helped us even more.
Mark is depressed and worrying about his other baby. He just wants his car fixed up to the way it was and back where it belongs.
The kids were checked out by the doctor, as we decided to go to our appointment any way. However, I’m struggling a bit today with my back and pelvis. Not sure if it’s related to the accident or if it’s just pain residue from the last time my back was sore. Guess I need to go have it checked out. Ai.Follow us on social media to see more