A number of you know I work overnights. This morning I took a slightly different route home because I went by Target to pick up a copy of Avengers: Endgame, and then dropped off by a library branch just off this route so I could return a few books I've finished. As I was getting back onto the road home, a red car pulled up behind me, a Chevy IIRC, one of those neato new ones. I'm a bit cautious making my turn - cars coming from my left and turning right blocked my view of the cars going straight, so I wasn't assuming a clear path that actually existed - and the car honks its horn.
I end up making the turn and go on to the end of the road, where I was going to turn right onto the major road taking me almost entirely home. Said car is behind me again. I see a bit of a clearance, move up a bit, then brake again to make absolutely sure I've got clearance. (For clarification, I drive a 2004 Chrysler Town and Country, which aren't built to accelerate rapidly in my experience, so I like to be safe rather than sorry when it comes to making right turns into oncoming traffic lanes).
A moment or two after I brake... WHAM!
Yeah. The red car rear-ended me. And I'm not just talking a love-tap idling forward rear-ending, he'd put his foot on the gas and built up a bit of speed. This was a solid impact.
So we pull into a convenience store right there and I survey my damage. Driver side rear bumper is a bit loose. His damage? A gash in the passenger side hood and other clear damage - he got the worst of the impact. "It looked like you were going and you suddenly stopped again!" In the moment I thought I'd seen some potential oncoming traffic and said so, but he insisted there was none. Which is fine by me, because frankly, it doesn't change the fact he was a dumbass. Yes, I can be an overly cautious driver, but he was the nitwit who rear-ended me from impatience!
I offered to exchange insurance information and he didn't care to. I could understand why, and I even pointed out "Yeah, if the cops get involved, state law is the rear-ender is automatically at fault" (something I've run afoul of over a decade ago). He got in his car and drove away, then I left after double-checking my rear fender.
I mean... jeez, the guy had to have hit the gas without making sure I was actually committing to the turn. He was being an impatient douchebag (and he even had the gray, elbow-padded office jacket of the "young professional" variety, while I'm there in my work uniform). And now his car looks like it'll need some repair work on the hood area, there was clear tearing of material and paint loss and all that. Because that's what happens when you're in a fast car running into a more massive vehicle: mass tells and you lose.
Now to let my over-active imagination stew about the possibility of him (or his daddy/mommy, if it was the parents' car) calling my company to claim I was at fault and cause me trouble or something.
I end up making the turn and go on to the end of the road, where I was going to turn right onto the major road taking me almost entirely home. Said car is behind me again. I see a bit of a clearance, move up a bit, then brake again to make absolutely sure I've got clearance. (For clarification, I drive a 2004 Chrysler Town and Country, which aren't built to accelerate rapidly in my experience, so I like to be safe rather than sorry when it comes to making right turns into oncoming traffic lanes).
A moment or two after I brake... WHAM!
Yeah. The red car rear-ended me. And I'm not just talking a love-tap idling forward rear-ending, he'd put his foot on the gas and built up a bit of speed. This was a solid impact.
So we pull into a convenience store right there and I survey my damage. Driver side rear bumper is a bit loose. His damage? A gash in the passenger side hood and other clear damage - he got the worst of the impact. "It looked like you were going and you suddenly stopped again!" In the moment I thought I'd seen some potential oncoming traffic and said so, but he insisted there was none. Which is fine by me, because frankly, it doesn't change the fact he was a dumbass. Yes, I can be an overly cautious driver, but he was the nitwit who rear-ended me from impatience!
I offered to exchange insurance information and he didn't care to. I could understand why, and I even pointed out "Yeah, if the cops get involved, state law is the rear-ender is automatically at fault" (something I've run afoul of over a decade ago). He got in his car and drove away, then I left after double-checking my rear fender.
I mean... jeez, the guy had to have hit the gas without making sure I was actually committing to the turn. He was being an impatient douchebag (and he even had the gray, elbow-padded office jacket of the "young professional" variety, while I'm there in my work uniform). And now his car looks like it'll need some repair work on the hood area, there was clear tearing of material and paint loss and all that. Because that's what happens when you're in a fast car running into a more massive vehicle: mass tells and you lose.
Now to let my over-active imagination stew about the possibility of him (or his daddy/mommy, if it was the parents' car) calling my company to claim I was at fault and cause me trouble or something.