ljthockey wrote:I havent hit parked cars but my first wreck was backing out into a wall Were are they hitting your car outside your house or just different locations and were these hit and runs.
well i live in an apartment..and yeah they were all outside my place. 3 were hit and runs...but i caught 2 of the people who ran...the one that happened tonight actually left a note on the windshield, which is really commendable...and he lives in washington...not even the same state as me
how bad did your car get jacked up from that wall??
Not bad just dented the back up but since I sport the sexy saturn there dent resistent so no major damage luckily
Funny, at the store today I saw an old lady backing out of her spot and she backed right into a car. She didn't even get out to look and see what happened. She just moved on like nothing happened. I went and looked at the bumper and there was some scratches and paint damage.
sorry to hear about that deluxe. I hate people when it comes to that too. my new cars was scuffed up last year when someone from work hit obviously but I never found out. I work for a rather large company and even a fellow employee cant leave you their number or anything for insurance. People are shady!
As for your statement Swiper, that is the reason why people over the age of 65 should have to talk their drivers and manuverablity tests again!
Three strikes and you're out on vehicles for me.
I had a brand new 1998 Nissan truck smacked three times in two years, none of them my fault (rear-ended, side-swiped on freeway, and T-boned at an icey intersection). Thankfully the T-bone incident was enough to total the vehicle and I could dump the cursed little B*tch and use the settlement to get a different, better vehicle.
However, when it comes to vehicles, sometimes it doesn't even take three strikes.
I had a girlfriend in highschool, Tootie (don't ask), who I was in two major accidents with while a passenger. First time we got rammed by a 16 year old girl who ran a red light after she had her licence for 3 days.
BANG! One windshield smashed with my head.
Five weeks later...
Her Toyota truck is out of the shop and we decide to grab some friends and hit one of the abandonned local quarries for a little swimming to beat the sweltering heat. Great day. We did a bit of skinny-dipping, had a couple beers and more than a few laughs, and then headed back towards the city as a light summer rain began to fall. Perfect day, right?
25 mph, 90 degree curve on the highway.
Tootie's doing 25, I looked because I know these roads well, but of course there's gravel on the road from somebody else already swiping the shoulder, and that combined with the wet road kept us going in a very much strait trajectory. The truck did not turn at all. We hit the backside of the ditch at probably the full 25 mph.
BAM! Windshield #2 meets my skull.
There were three people in the bed of the truck who all flew out on impact. I was riding the middle between Tootie and another girl (cute, probably shoud've dated her) upfront. The cute girl to my right immediately jumps out of the vehicle, and I follow right behind to see what's happened to our riders in the bed. Tootie is FREAKED, holding her hands in the air while staring at the steering wheel which she's just smacked.
The cutiepie passenger and I find the bed-riders in banged-up condition, a few minor cuts, but otherwise just fairly freaked-out and fine. Whew.
Meanwhile... Tootie has got enough of a grip on herself to finally look up from the evil steering wheel which had moments before so thoughtlessly betrayed her. She sees a smashed windshield... (glance right) "Where's my boyfriend?... Where's my girlfriend?... (look behind) Where is EVERYBODY!!!... I've killed them all!!!"
I ended up chasing her about 50 yards down the road, and practically had to tackle her to get her to stop running away. The screaming stopped when I finally caught her, but it would be about 20 minutes more before the crying subsided and we all could have a nervous adrenaline-sopped laugh about the whole thing.
I was the only one who ended up going to the hospital (five stitches in the head, and a concussion). The Toyota was towed away and eventually repaired, fully covered by insurance.
Tootie never drove the truck again, and sold it for a loss.
We broke up even before the truck was out of the shop.
We both sensed the dangerous nature of our relationship.
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SwiperNoSwiping wrote:Funny, at the store today I saw an old lady backing out of her spot and she backed right into a car. She didn't even get out to look and see what happened. She just moved on like nothing happened. I went and looked at the bumper and there was some scratches and paint damage.
She hit it pretty good.
Amazes me how rude people can be.
She probably doesnt have insurance. There's a faction of old people who feel it's unnecessary to have car insurance considering their infrequent driving.
That or she was completely oblivious. Either scenario is perfectly assumable.
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TTTBone wrote:Three strikes and you're out on vehicles for me. I had a brand new 1998 Nissan truck smacked three times in two years, none of them my fault (rear-ended, side-swiped on freeway, and T-boned at an icey intersection). Thankfully the T-bone incident was enough to total the vehicle and I could dump the cursed little B*tch and use the settlement to get a different, better vehicle.
However, when it comes to vehicles, sometimes it doesn't even take three strikes. I had a girlfriend in highschool, Tootie (don't ask), who I was in two major accidents with while a passenger. First time we got rammed by a 16 year old girl who ran a red light after she had her licence for 3 days. BANG! One windshield smashed with my head.
Five weeks later...
Her Toyota truck is out of the shop and we decide to grab some friends and hit one of the abandonned local quarries for a little swimming to beat the sweltering heat. Great day. We did a bit of skinny-dipping, had a couple beers and more than a few laughs, and then headed back towards the city as a light summer rain began to fall. Perfect day, right?
25 mph, 90 degree curve on the highway.
Tootie's doing 25, I looked because I know these roads well, but of course there's gravel on the road from somebody else already swiping the shoulder, and that combined with the wet road kept us going in a very much strait trajectory. The truck did not turn at all. We hit the backside of the ditch at probably the full 25 mph. BAM! Windshield #2 meets my skull. There were three people in the bed of the truck who all flew out on impact. I was riding the middle between Tootie and another girl (cute, probably shoud've dated her) upfront. The cute girl to my right immediately jumps out of the vehicle, and I follow right behind to see what's happened to our riders in the bed. Tootie is FREAKED, holding her hands in the air while staring at the steering wheel which she's just smacked. The cutiepie passenger and I find the bed-riders in banged-up condition, a few minor cuts, but otherwise just fairly freaked-out and fine. Whew.
Meanwhile... Tootie has got enough of a grip on herself to finally look up from the evil steering wheel which had moments before so thoughtlessly betrayed her. She sees a smashed windshield... (glance right) "Where's my boyfriend?... Where's my girlfriend?... (look behind) Where is EVERYBODY!!!... I've killed them all!!!"
I ended up chasing her about 50 yards down the road, and practically had to tackle her to get her to stop running away. The screaming stopped when I finally caught her, but it would be about 20 minutes more before the crying subsided and we all could have a nervous adrenaline-sopped laugh about the whole thing.
I was the only one who ended up going to the hospital (five stitches in the head, and a concussion). The Toyota was towed away and eventually repaired, fully covered by insurance. Tootie never drove the truck again, and sold it for a loss. We broke up even before the truck was out of the shop. We both sensed the dangerous nature of our relationship.
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by ljthockey » Mon Jan 24, 2005 5:23 pm Were are they hitting your car outside your house or just different locations and were these hit and runs.
