Fender Bender!

Well, it was bound to happen. We've lived here since 1994 and I'm the only one in our household that had not been in an accident. I think I had broken some major statistical records by going almost 14 years without so much as a minor ding.

That all changed on Sunday, around 5:10. Some 'so and so' decided he would race across the Sam's parking lot, cutting through to the gas station. He did not see us. We were driving slow and carefully (legally, I might add) down the parking lane on our way out to Hwy. 20. Then boom, here he comes and into our lane, too fast to stop and too close for me to avoid hitting his car on the left front fender. We hit him straight, but were slid about half a car width to the left from the impact.



No one was hurt, thankfully, but boy was I pissed. My lovely wife had to physically restrain me from giving this young man a nasty verbal lashing; "calm down, calm down, we're okay". All I got off was "You can't go speeding across a parking lot, DUDE!!!!" He didn't seem phased, hurt or for that matter, too apologetic...

All of this with her heading out of town today, Monday, to help her parents. I got out of the car, after I yelled at him, and looked at the front of the car - thinking the worst. Wasn't bad at all. We have some parts shifted to the left, some broken plastic, scraped off paint, generally it looks crappy - pictures here - not bad really, but still - DAMN. How frustrating. What a way to end a lovely Mother's Day.

So now the dance begins - his insurance has already called the house and I missed the call (of course) and could only get voicemail the 4 times I called them back. It will be a PITA to get it into the shop, get them to rent us a car, then get it back. Oh well, I'm very thankful no one was hurt, even the little racer dude and his speedster car.

We'll see how it goes next. Back to work...