The first time I was involved in a car wreck was when I was seventeen (17) years old. I was making a left turn onto a two-lane road that was separated by a turn lane. After being waved through by a kindly driver who was waiting for a red traffic signal, I attempted to slowly pull into the center turn lane. Unfortunately, a young woman attempting to make her pizza delivery “within thirty minutes” was illegally speeding down the turn lane and demolished the front passenger-side quarter panel of her car on the very tip of my front bumper. Five or six scratches on the front of my car compared to the severe damage to this pizza delivery person’s vehicle.