Lemme tell ya, it's been one hell of a week for me. Tuesday morning, I'm on my way to work, and I pulled out of my garage. I got onto the major street out by my house, I started to perform a legal u-turn (as I have every weekday for the last two years), and I get t-boned by some jackass who was hauling ass behind me. The driver's side door and rear quarter-panel are all jacked up. Here's a picture of where and how it happened:
What's puzzling to me is why he chose to go left instead of right. If he goes right, he might catch my bumper, but there was more room to slip past. The collision happened exactly in the middle of the intersection (there's still skid marks and broken plastic there), so even if I was taking the u-turn a little wide, he still didn't hit me until there was plenty of room on the right side to go by. However, he's not the smartest man alive, as you're about to find out.
So, there's that second or two where we're both coming out of the shock of the collision. Then he started to drive away from the scene (heading south), but when he saw my truck was not only driveable, but that I had started to follow him, he stopped. We traded insurance info, and then he said, 'Well, I gotta go.' I said, 'Yeah, so do I, but we gotta call the cops first.' He said, 'But I gotta go to work!' I said, 'Yeah, so do I! But if we don't have the police file a report, we won't be able to get our cars fixed.' He then attempted to blame me for the accident, but something he wasn't aware of is that the road he was driving on is one-lane, not two. He should've yielded as I was u-turning. The road is wide enough to fit two cars side-by-side, but there are no markings or painted lines, and people are allowed to park on the right-hand curb. People don't usually choose to, because of the maniacs on that road who drive as if there are two lanes. But, I wasn't about to waste any more of his precious time, on top of the fact that English wasn't his first language. So, he left the scene before I called the police.
After the collision, my head was hurting. The impact caused my left temple to hit the door frame. So to play it safe, I went to the clinic. Have any of you seen the movie Over the Hedge? It's actually pretty good, but I can't say I liked it as much the second time. Especially after watching it back-to-back, like I did as I sat in the waiting room for three hours, waiting to get x-rayed. Thankfully, they called my name before they put in the Willy Wonka remake. Although, I hear Carol Channing is pretty good in it. The x-rays came back negative, so no fractures.
As it turns out, the name on the registration for this dipshit's vehicle didn't match the name on his insurance. Fortunately though, he was dumb enough to call my insurance company, looking for them to cut him a check, so they have his contact info. As it stands today, it looks like he is insured, and didn't update the registration info once he bought the vehicle from a private party. However, I won't know for sure until the police report is official.
The moral of this story? Well, there isn't one. You never know when some fuck stick is gonna be speeding down a road, make a bad decision, and plow into you.
More to come...