I don't know why. . . .

So basically, instead of analyzing a why question, I'm going to tell a story, and leave it with a Why question, becuase I don't really know the answer yet. . .

So, I had just taken my little brother Tyson to a birthday party. I decide to stop at the video place before I go home and pick up a movie. (I got DaVinci Code by the way) Anyways, over a course of events, (including thinking about Aja, and unprotected left turns, etc.) I made a concious decision to make an unprotected left turn. For those of you who care, I was at the street next to Sconecutter and Papa Murphys. I remember something telling me to reroute and make a protected left turn, but I didn't. Now I wish I had.

The next part happens over the course of about 25 seconds.

I look both left and right and see that there is some traffic but none in danger to me. I thought that there was a "shard left turn lane" where I was going to go and didn't even see the barrier splitting both sides of the street. I commit and start to turn like I'm going to get in the lane, when all of a sudden I'm on top of the barrie with my right front wheel. A sickening scraping noise tells me something is wrong. I swerve left, almost instinctivaly knowing what to do. There are two cars in the lane ahead of me and I swerve once again, missing them narrowingly. After another swerve, I'm on a residential street and I pull into a multiplex parking lot. I see a truck following me and assume the worst, that I had hit them.

25 seconds are now over.

I go up to them and see if I hurt them, and they say no. They are a bunch of hiks from Spanish Fork, or somewhere. They tell me I'm leaking something. I tell them I'm screwed. To make a long story short, we determined that I was leaking "tranny" fluid, and that I need someone to come get me. I call my parents (who are on a date at University Mall) and they come pick me up. We tow the car home, and park it for the repairs that it needs. The bombardment of why questions then comes:

Why didn't you pay attention?
Why couldn't you stop?
Didn't you see the barrier?
Why this?
Why that?

I still don't know the answer. . . .