“This is happening. Accept it,” I thought to myself. Screeching through a red light at the rainy intersection of Upsal and Mansfield, I let my instinctual wisdom guide me. In the longest five seconds ever recorded, I ripped off the front of a broadside car and crashed my 2006 Honda Accord into the previously obscured traffic light, which collapsed in the opposite direction. They say life can change in an instant, but they don't say if that’s a good or a bad thing. It just is. Accept it. My sweet chariot was totalled on impact, and immediately towed away. Nobody was injured, thankfully. It was April 7th, 2025, and I was 38. Hondee Baby was my first car, which I proudly owned for nearly two years. While bending and curving on Lincoln Drive, or sitting in traffic on I76, I would often pinch myself and affirm, “I’m free!” A few…