It takes us about 6 hours to get home from North Myrtle Beach. Lyla started to get squirmy about 40 minutes from home, but we were so close we were just trying to push through and finally get home. So, 25 minutes from home it starts to rain on I-95. As usual, people start slamming on the breaks because rain is sooooo scary to some drivers. The cars in front of us came to an abrupt stop, Tommy easily stopped our car because he was paying attention, unlike a lot of the drivers around us because people in front of us were swerving off the road. As we stopped we both looked in our mirrors and felt relieved as we saw the car behind us come to a safe stop. Then, bang! Who hit us, we are trying to figure out. Then we realize the car behind us got rear ended so hard they were pushed into our car. Here's a picture of the back of our car. It's not too bad and doesn't look like a car hit it at all, right...
That's because our bikes were on the back, so they got pushed into our car. My bike was worse than Tommy's. My tire, gears, and peddles were all messed up. The cost to fix my bike was actually more than we paid for it a few years ago. However, because the price of bikes has gone up, and because I love my bike, I chose to have it fixed. 
The accident wasn't too bad, mostly scary for us because it was the first one with Lyla in the car and because I was pregnant. We were all OK though. So, Lyla thought 40 minutes more was bad, she was in the car for another 2 1/2 hours. It took Highway Patrol forever to get there and write up the report. The 18 year olds that hit us didn't seem to care. They just hung out beside their car talking, laughing and smoking cigarettes. Oh, to be young again. And yes I remember how many times I wrecked my car before turning 22, but I always cared and got upset and learned from my mistakes. Never did I laugh as I stood beside of my wrecked car, especially if someone else was involved. The good Lord was looking after us that day and kept us safe.
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