August is apparently not a good month for me to be driving.
Just a few weeks shy of the date that I totalled my car last year, I was rear ended on my way to work this morning. Luckily, it wasn't too serious. Nobody was hurt badly (the guy who hit me did hit his head, but just seemed a little shook up, and declined when the officer offered to call an ambulance).
It was in one of the worst places on my daily commute. A fairly well travelled road, single lanes in each direction, and the turn I was making was onto a small side street at the very crest of a hill where you absolutely cannot see anything that is coming from the other direction until you are stopped at the top of the hill. The car that was ahead of me made the left, and right afterwards there were several cars coming from the opposite direction. I stopped, and soon after, someone behind me hit me. I guess he saw the car in front of me make the turn and assumed as he was approaching that I would be turning as well. He would not have seen the cars in the opposite direction until after they had crested the hill.
I'm glad that nobody was hurt, and although it felt like a pretty hard hit, my car didn't suffer too much damage. After I pulled over, all I saw was where his car had come into contact with my rear bumper.
I hadn't noticed until a few minutes later waiting for the officer to finish that my fender had also been dented.
Part of me just wants to think 'It's just a fucking car, don't worry about it.', but another part of me can't help but think 'It's MY fucking car!!!!
I think next year, I'm spending the entire month on a beach away from traffic.
Just a few weeks shy of the date that I totalled my car last year, I was rear ended on my way to work this morning. Luckily, it wasn't too serious. Nobody was hurt badly (the guy who hit me did hit his head, but just seemed a little shook up, and declined when the officer offered to call an ambulance).
It was in one of the worst places on my daily commute. A fairly well travelled road, single lanes in each direction, and the turn I was making was onto a small side street at the very crest of a hill where you absolutely cannot see anything that is coming from the other direction until you are stopped at the top of the hill. The car that was ahead of me made the left, and right afterwards there were several cars coming from the opposite direction. I stopped, and soon after, someone behind me hit me. I guess he saw the car in front of me make the turn and assumed as he was approaching that I would be turning as well. He would not have seen the cars in the opposite direction until after they had crested the hill.
I'm glad that nobody was hurt, and although it felt like a pretty hard hit, my car didn't suffer too much damage. After I pulled over, all I saw was where his car had come into contact with my rear bumper.
I hadn't noticed until a few minutes later waiting for the officer to finish that my fender had also been dented.
Part of me just wants to think 'It's just a fucking car, don't worry about it.', but another part of me can't help but think 'It's MY fucking car!!!!
I think next year, I'm spending the entire month on a beach away from traffic.
turin:
I've had so many close calls this month already, I think you may be on to something. I've never in my life had to slam my brake pedal to the floor before, but I've done it three times in the past week!