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I consider myself a pretty good driver. I've been in a few wrecks...run over by a semi, rear-ended, etc...but NEVER have they been my fault.  Tonight the streak ended.  My beautiful pearlized white 4-runner and a brand new perfect black truck were the victims and it was all my fault!!!  Bummer.

A friend stopped by to say hello and I was in a hurry to get out the door to a meeting.  I kissed the boys goodbye and ran out the door.  I was pulling out of the garage thinking about how late I was.  All of a sudden I heard a horrible crushing sound.  At first I thought that I hit the garbage can...but no such luck.  I looked back and saw the truck.  CRAP!!!  I ran back into the house to tell our friend what I had done...I felt like such a loser!  He was so nice, but I'm pretty sure he wanted to punch me in the face.  I wanted to punch me in the face.  I bet he won't come around for awhile.  I guess the silver lining is that the damage isn't that bad...AND no one was hurt.