Alright, for the 7 years I've owned my Crown Vic, it's been a daily driver for around 4 or so years of that. Never a problem at all.
Last week, I posted about a 4 car accident I got into, which now makes my car no longer an accident-free vehicle. Ok, technically, in legal terms, it's two separate 2 car accidents, but the basic idea is there.
So, yesterday I head to the shore with a friend. We park in an actual lot, and shut the car off. There is a minivan in the next row ahead backing out of a parking space. These are those weird, angled parking spaces.
It's moving really slowly. It's gonna stop, right? Nope. Bang!
Seriously. SERIOUSLY??
No damage, maybe a little bit of the rubber guard of the bumpers nicked. But between last week's accident, and an incident over a decade ago where an accident that was the other person's fault somehow became my fault (camera phones were FAR less common then, more's the pity), I'm a bit jumpy.
It was a young kid, 18 years old, and his mom came out of the passenger side and basically wanted to brush it off like it was nothing. Maybe it was, but I wasn't willing to take the chance. I wanted to exchange information, and she was stubbornly resistant, so the police had to be called. She kept saying everything was fine, but kept ignoring the point that I was trying to make (1 - I'm NOT a professional mechanic, and 2 - I want a record of what happened NOW, so the story doesn't change next week, next month, etc).
All that aside... I get the new toy that has now displaced the Crown Vic from the garage. 5 days after getting the new toy, I get involved in a major accident with the Crown Vic (thankfully I decided AGAINST driving the new toy that day). A week after that, it gets a very minor love-tap, but still....
What's next? A piano falls out of the sky on it?
Fuck . . I just jinxed myself, didn't I? I actually have had a (plastic) garbage can drop out of (apparently) nowhere right in front of another car that I was driving at the moment. At this point, a piano doesn't seem so farfetched.
I wish the Warner Bros animators would stop writing the events of my life.
Last week, I posted about a 4 car accident I got into, which now makes my car no longer an accident-free vehicle. Ok, technically, in legal terms, it's two separate 2 car accidents, but the basic idea is there.
So, yesterday I head to the shore with a friend. We park in an actual lot, and shut the car off. There is a minivan in the next row ahead backing out of a parking space. These are those weird, angled parking spaces.
It's moving really slowly. It's gonna stop, right? Nope. Bang!
Seriously. SERIOUSLY??
No damage, maybe a little bit of the rubber guard of the bumpers nicked. But between last week's accident, and an incident over a decade ago where an accident that was the other person's fault somehow became my fault (camera phones were FAR less common then, more's the pity), I'm a bit jumpy.
It was a young kid, 18 years old, and his mom came out of the passenger side and basically wanted to brush it off like it was nothing. Maybe it was, but I wasn't willing to take the chance. I wanted to exchange information, and she was stubbornly resistant, so the police had to be called. She kept saying everything was fine, but kept ignoring the point that I was trying to make (1 - I'm NOT a professional mechanic, and 2 - I want a record of what happened NOW, so the story doesn't change next week, next month, etc).
All that aside... I get the new toy that has now displaced the Crown Vic from the garage. 5 days after getting the new toy, I get involved in a major accident with the Crown Vic (thankfully I decided AGAINST driving the new toy that day). A week after that, it gets a very minor love-tap, but still....
What's next? A piano falls out of the sky on it?
Fuck . . I just jinxed myself, didn't I? I actually have had a (plastic) garbage can drop out of (apparently) nowhere right in front of another car that I was driving at the moment. At this point, a piano doesn't seem so farfetched.
I wish the Warner Bros animators would stop writing the events of my life.
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