Max Sandwich

So, it's been nearly a year to the day since I introduced everyone to Max. And nearly a year to the day, JS and Max got into an accident.

The DC commute is evil. I call the DC Beltway "Satan's Circle" because of how evil it is. Stop-and-go traffic is the absolute norm. And is usually rapid-go followed quickly by rapid-stop. That's what happened last night.

JS was nearly home - driving up I270, the home stretch. His "go" had come to a quick stop in front of him. And while he and Max were able to stop, the car behind him wasn't. The impact sent him from a dead stop into the car in front of him. Max sandwich.

JS is fine. He has a headache that hasn't yet gone away and his neck is stiff (we're going to the doctor later, just to be sure he's okay). And while Max is not smooshed, he's a little... crooked. The front is quite a bit cockeyed, so much so that the driver's side front door has to be forced open. There are very precise indentations of the bolts from the other car's license plate holder on the rear bumper and his plate (the bumper seems to have taken the impact well, but we don't yet know if there's anything going on underneath). And Max is leaking.

Of the three cars involved in the accident, Max got the worst of it (double impact) and was the only one not able to drive away.