Yeah, yeah, before you start with all the cheap jokes about the title of this thread, here's my story.
I was driving, like any sane person drives. Yes, I am serious about this, for once. I had to make a left turn. There was a red 1986ish cavalier behind me. One of the station wagon ones. I slowed down to wait for the opposing traffic to get by before making my turn. I started turning, and the cavalier hit me from behind.
So I finish my turn to avoid blocking off the entire damn highway, then get out of my vehicle to give the driver of the other car shit. He claims neither my signal lights or brake lights were working. He threatens to call the cops, so I say "Go ahead." The cops arrive. They ask me to turn on my signal lights and brake lights. Sure enough, they're all working. I would have known if they weren't.
My car is a 1987 Nissan 200SX. His car is a 1986 Cheverolet Cavalier. His car weighs 2000 pounds more than my car. My back end is crushed. He has a little ding on his front bumper. He was going about 60. I was stopped, waiting to turn. He was making up bullshit excuses as to why he hit me. I'm not sure if he convinced the cops, but they didn't give the blame to me. Which is good, with my driving record. Accident free, yes, but I got a few tickets. And I hit an ambulance. Which also was not 100% my fault.
What even made the day more shitty, was, according to the accident report they gave me, the kid claimed to be injured. Yet, he seemed perfectly fine to me.
I have nothing against black people, but that shit pushes the limit.
I was driving, like any sane person drives. Yes, I am serious about this, for once. I had to make a left turn. There was a red 1986ish cavalier behind me. One of the station wagon ones. I slowed down to wait for the opposing traffic to get by before making my turn. I started turning, and the cavalier hit me from behind.
So I finish my turn to avoid blocking off the entire damn highway, then get out of my vehicle to give the driver of the other car shit. He claims neither my signal lights or brake lights were working. He threatens to call the cops, so I say "Go ahead." The cops arrive. They ask me to turn on my signal lights and brake lights. Sure enough, they're all working. I would have known if they weren't.
My car is a 1987 Nissan 200SX. His car is a 1986 Cheverolet Cavalier. His car weighs 2000 pounds more than my car. My back end is crushed. He has a little ding on his front bumper. He was going about 60. I was stopped, waiting to turn. He was making up bullshit excuses as to why he hit me. I'm not sure if he convinced the cops, but they didn't give the blame to me. Which is good, with my driving record. Accident free, yes, but I got a few tickets. And I hit an ambulance. Which also was not 100% my fault.
What even made the day more shitty, was, according to the accident report they gave me, the kid claimed to be injured. Yet, he seemed perfectly fine to me.
I have nothing against black people, but that shit pushes the limit.