Yep. Headed to Jackson, coming off a hill the truck in front of me stopped, but I just couldn't. Brakes, brakes, brakes "explitive deleted" (OK, several "explitives deleted") and bam. Crunched up car for one? Oh, right here! That's me, thanks.

The car miraculously still runs, but it drew terrified looks from traffic companions when I drove it to the collision center Friday. It's one of those cars you see at the stop light, and you tap your passenger and nod while trying to be nonchalant. Then after the poor, crunched up car passes you share an astonished conversation about how in the world it still runs or what the crap happened.

That was me this time. Lay off. It was raining. And I don't know how it runs either.

Luckily my Local is letting me borrow his car until I either get a rental, get mine back or, gulp, get a new one.

Thank you JPD for sending a very nice officer who made sure that I would call and have him pick me up if the car died in transit. And thank you L for being so nice. I'm sorry I hit you. Enjoy Nashville.