The one sports car family

Ever since I mocked Jason and his beloved Peugeot sports car on the blog, I've been cursed by narrow escapes and car accidents. Karma, with a French accent, is out to get me.

Seriously, I think I've been jinxed given the amount of bad luck I've had.

Two weeks ago, I  narrowly escaped a head-on collision with another car. The other had car veered onto the wrong side of the road as it was hurtling down a hill. The car swerved to miss me, flattened a traffic sign and and crashed onto a nearby roundabout.  The driver was unharmed but very dazed. He'd just finished work (it was 6.30am) and didn't know what had happened until I told him my version. I think he may have fallen asleep at the wheel and woke up at the last minute. It was a lucky escape.

Unfortunately last week I wasn't so lucky...I gave way to a bus which was moving back into traffic when I was hit from behind. 


Bam, crash, and boo hoo!

Image from here

Such a sickening feeling. The car that hit me crumpled and was another write-off.  My car was mangled from behind but was still operable. Everyone was okay and everything was amicable, it really was a minor ding (although it didn't feel like it at the time) which has left a lot of damage to both cars...Both cars had to be taken to the mechanics to be repaired.

But how freaking inconvenient. Particularly as our second car is the family un-friendly Peugeot sports car. The last week or so has been interesting in terms of trying to get around. Let's just say there has been a lot of walking involved and a lot of filthy looks in Jason's direction (and not the sexy-time looks he normally receives, if you know what I'm saying...) as he's cruised past me in his car. 

They say bad luck comes in threes. So, what's next? Should I be worried? I feel a bit spooked. Who wants to go on an Easter road trip with me?