Stook's brush with disaster

So I was driving on the 1 going into Surrey, also called Slurry, and I was listening to Les Savy Fav. Feeling rather drowsy and boppin' along to the music at the same time. The road went on and on and I was driving along merrily as traffic whipped past me. Suddenly I'm being shaken about and realize I'd been sleeping, while driving and dreaming I was driving. I've driven up onto a concrete barricade and the car is being tossed about. Ever so calmly I eased the car down off the embutment and stopped at an emergency stop. I get out supposing to find my truck demolished, yet all I can see is a small gash to the rubber of my front tire. I checked a couple of times to make sure (later finding a few scratches on the hub-cap) but found nothing.
I didn't hit anyone, I didn't wreck the car or even cause an accident. This made me ponder the meaning of my rather meager existence and I came to the conclusion that 1) I am a bad driver 2) I fall asleep easily in the car & 3) Somebody implanted a horse-shoe up my butt whilst I wasn't looking.
I have since replaced the offensive tire, which I managed to pile 150 more KM's onto without any signs of disaster. And I got a deal on the new tires.
That's it.

O:?) <----lucky stook