The Wrecking of the Gray Goose

Last Thursday, me and my children was traveling to West Memphis, Arkansas from my doctors office. I was driving on Crump and was on my way to cross the old bridge when all in a sudden a starter fell off of a truck. I had only a couple of choices. The first one was to try of avoid it and turn to my left. If I would have tried to swerve in the right land I would have hit a car beside me. The second option would have been to stop. In that case an 18 wheeler would have rammed us in the back. The third thing to try to avoid the starter was to turn to the left and I would have hit the medium. So I did what anyone else would have done and hit the starter. I hit the starter so hard that it knocked a big hole in my transmission pan. Fluid spewed on to the ground and I had to put on my emergency signals on to wait for traffic and pull to the side of the road. When my children heard the impact of the starter at the bottom of the car, it scared half to death. My oldest daughter got on the cell phone and called my wife and she was on her way. She got there in record time because she was worked up the street. The strangest was when I looked for the starter it was gone. Someone picked it up while I was inspecting the car. The truck that was carrying the load of starters could not be found. My brother in-laws pulled my car to his house and he said if I buy the parts then he will fix it. My wife and I is sharing one car right now and it is very hard to do so since our schedule is very different.