Heh, I forgot to mention it. :)
So, yesterday I'm driving to work, and it had rained heavily the night before. There's this tricky little stretch of road where it literally zig-zags across (one 45° right turn, then a 45° left turn). I'm coming around the second bend when I hear breaks getting slammed and see a white car starting to head over the yellow median. I immediately try to get myself around the turn; if I had tried to stop right then, either the white car would have hit me head-on, or the car behind me would have slammed into me (which then also could have launched me forward).
Well, good call on my part. I whip right around the bend, but was still treated to a heart-stopping "crunch" sound that I'm certain could have been heard in the Vatican. It was horrible. So, after a bout of medium-to-high-level profanities from yours truly, I got out of my car once I pulled over (and made sure the white car didn't bail on me). I check the back of my car... and then check it again. "Where the hell is the damage? There's some scratched paint... or is that dirt? Oh, no, that's scratched paint. Okay, what the hell caused the sound? Weird."
So I walk back towards the white car, when a cop just happens to pull around the bend. Rolling his window down, he asks if I'm alright. "I guess so..." He pulls in behind me, turns his lights on, and I keep walking towards the old jerk who "hit" me. He's fine, his car's fine, the three of us go back to my car, acknowledge that yes, no real damage was done, and we part ways. I think my exact words to the other driver were "well, have a nice day." The cop seemed to get a kick out of that, for some reason.
So that was my excitement for the week. :)
Posted by Eric at November 12, 2004 11:00 PMYeah, I got in one too, sorta.
I was on my way back from a concert in Oakland with Kelly on Saturday night and had to stop to pay a toll at the end of a bridge. Sadly, trying to find a 5 in my wallet and trying to stop the car don't work too well together, and I tapped the rear bumper of the guy in front of me at 5 mph as he was leaving. I could see that there was no damage to his car, and I guess he realized it too, because he drove off into the night and I never saw him again. When we got back to Davis I checked out my car in the parking lot of an Albertson's, and I also had no damage.
It was still extremely unnerving, since I could have picked the other lane and run into the metal and much higher rear bumper of a truck than the low plastic one I did hit.