Crash... So I was driving to work yesterday, waiting patiently to merge into traffic when. BOOM .the ol' Suzuki got spanked! In other words, I was rear-ended. I immediately thought my car had to be totaled, considering how hard the hit was. As I slowly got out of my car and walked to the back, I was surprised that there was no apparent damage. The poor guy behind me driving the company truck was not so lucky, however. His airbag deployed, engine was smoking and bumper was hanging on by a thread. After assuring the guy I was ok, I dialed 911. It wasn't until about 10 minutes later that I realized I had given the dispatcher the wrong address. I said 14th & Cornhusker when I meant 14th & Hwy. 2. So I had to call back. After all was said and done with the cop, I headed off to work, a bit sore and stiff. So much so, that I was only at work for a few minutes before I headed to the emergency room. I felt pretty silly having to travel via wheelchair to x-ray; it was my neck shoulder that hurt, not my legs. Alas, I was assured later that there was no permanent damage, merely a soft-tissue injury and muscle spasms. Got a prescription for some kick-ass medication and slept for the rest of the day. About 4:00, Mike called, back in town with the new boat. Figuring some time on the lake would do nothing but ease my soreness, I joined him and another couple for the maiden voyage. It weren't so cold and dreary, it would have been a perfect first trip. Once back to town, I was soon passed out, asleep. As for today, nothing exciting except that I made it through with no further mishaps. Yet. Don't they say bad things happen in threes?