Hit and Run
04-24-2012, 07:46 AM
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Happened to me once, I was going to write my story but I decided against it. The outcome was that the other guy totaled his car and even then I had weird thoughts about more. I let it go and I'm glad I did as this one incident could have changed my very happy life forever.
Enough said. You're lucky that nothing worse happened. The insurance will cover it and everything else is at 99%.
I'm sorry for your bad experience but it seems you're handling it very well.
Ed
Enough said. You're lucky that nothing worse happened. The insurance will cover it and everything else is at 99%.
I'm sorry for your bad experience but it seems you're handling it very well.
Ed
04-24-2012, 10:13 AM
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King of Absorbancy,
Very sorry to see this and glad to hear that you were able to keep your wits in check. Best of luck with the body shop....
Andreas
Very sorry to see this and glad to hear that you were able to keep your wits in check. Best of luck with the body shop....
Andreas
04-24-2012, 11:40 AM
#34
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A similar 'event' happened to me back in 2007 -- and, back in 2007, I wrote it up...
<title> What would YOU have done?
-----------------------------------------
I had absolutely no plan to go flying Saturday morning. In fact, on Friday
I had mentally scheduled several 'chores' that needed to be
completed. However, for some odd reason, when I awoke at 6, I felt this
need to get up and just drive to the airport. With no flight planned and
no airplane reserved, this didn't make a whole lot of sense, but I could
not shrug off this 'need' to go. So I did.
The wife urged me to take the Ford, readily accessible in the driveway,
since she had no immediate need for it. Again, however, I felt this need
to, instead, take the much faster 911, even though it meant having to
jump thru' additional hoops in order to maneuver it out of the locked
garage and out of the driveway. (Said driveway, of course, blocked by
the aforementioned, conveniently parked Ford.)
So there I am, 7:10am on a Saturday morning, motoring along on the
Southern State Parkway, heading to the airport some 50 miles away, with
no plane reserved and no flight planned, listening to Click-n-Clack (The
tappet brothers) on PBS radio.
In my rear view mirror I catch a glimpse of a small sub-compact darting
in and out of traffic and being a general nuisance. He passes me on the
inside lane and proceeds to attempt to maneuver around traffic ahead by
accelerating, lane switching and tailgating. For the next few minutes,
I, and I'm sure others, just shook our collective heads at this idiot,
now no more than 200 feet or so in front, still zipping around,
not having achieved anything nor having improved his overall progress whatsoever.
Then both the world and time itself seemed to slow down, as I watched,
in total disbelief at what began to unfold right in front of my eyes:
He moves from the inside lane into the middle lane and accelerates. The
car, in front of him, is maintaining a steady pace so he has to
brake. To his left, in the passing lane, is a red Ford Explorer. A few
seconds go by and the smallest of gaps opens up in front of the
Explorer. He just turns into this smallest of gaps causing the driver of
the Ford to swerve violently to his left so as to avoid an imminent
collision. The Ford starts to, literally, fishtail wildly as its poor
driver attempts to maintain lane. Blue clouds of smoke begin to swirl
around as the tires began to leave skid marks on the parkway's
blacktop.
I mentally say to myself "Don't over-correct, c'mon man, you can steady
her", as I simultaneously slowly lift off the accelerator and begin to
subdivide/pay closer attention to what is happening in front and to
what is around me.
Then, what must have been no more than three or four car-lengths from me, the
Explorer suddenly flips and starts to tumble and roll, still in the passing
lane, but heading in the general direction of the grassy median.
EVERYONE immediately and simultaneously begins to slow down. Brake
lights are everywhere. What we all hoped would _not_ happen, has, and
right before our very eyes. Unbelievable!
We've all seen similar events on 'COPS', courtesy of dashboard-cams, but
that's TV. It's 'numbingly shocking' when you see it for yourself.
I'm still in the middle lane, now proceeding at a snails-pace, and looking,
in disbelief as outside my left window, in apparent slow motion, as a
tumbling suv, its windows shattered, its body panels kicking up mud,
slowly settles on the grassy median.
I glance to my right and rear and see many drivers maneuvering off to the
side with the clear intention of stopping to lend a hand, many already
on their cell phones.
I look ahead and catch sight of the car that has 'caused' this. It's
still in the middle lane, but has now increased its speed so as to
surreptitiously merge with the receding front-group of cars in an
obvious attempt to 'distance itself' as quickly as possible.
For me, time stopped for a brief moment, as I instantly weighed the two
basic choices left to me; come to a complete stop and join the multitude
of other drivers lending a hand ...or go after this car (and get the
lic. plate). For, let's face it, here I am, in, what is probably the most
powerful car amongst all the other drivers around me and with absolutely no
appointment to make.
So I floored it.
I rowed thru' the gears and quickly closed, what was once a large and
increasing gap, between the crash site and the front group of cars. The
car that caused the accident, a Scion, is now at the rear of this
particular group. He had to have seen the flip-over, he could NOT have
missed it!
I'm now also sure he caught a glimpse of me in his rear-view, because he began to drive
even more aggressively and sped up even more.
I took a look in MY rear-view ...and saw that I was alone. So be it.
As we both proceeded eastbound, he darting in and around other cars, at
speeds way, way over the limit in an attempt to 'lose' me, I still
managed to 'keep a visual' and stay reasonably close. However,
I'll admit, at several points I _had_ to back off so that *I*, myself,
didn't cause an accident, as *I* maneuvered in and around traffic. I
also endeavored to maneuver so as not to give the impression, to
motorist that I sailed by, that we were in cahoots and 'drag-racing'.
Every time that I seemed to successfully close the gap - almost enough
to get a definite bead on his lic. plate - another car would either pull
in front of me (argh!) or he would further distance himself by accelerating away.
As I 'stayed with him', I thought to myself; if I had taken the wife's
car, he would have left me in the dust a long time ago. Weird.
We continued this cat-n-mouse for miles (and I mean miles). He would
move into the exit lane and 'pretend' to get off at an exit - only to
speed up and cut even more motorists off as he forcefully maneuvered
into the passing lane to 'open her up' in a vain attempt to increase this
margin.
As exit 34 approached (the crash happened around exit 18 or so) he began
to slow down and purposefully move into the exit lane. I stayed in the
middle lane ...'just in case'. As the sign for 'Farmingdale - route 109'
appeared he spiked the steering, peeled off and made a decisive exit. I
responded by accelerating and closing on his rear because I knew if he
got away and into 'side streets' then -- game over.
My whole focus, all along, but moreso now, was to get close and
unequivocally get that friggin' number plate.
As I dropped her into 2nd. gear and hauled her around the exit ramp I
caught sight of something wonderful in the near distance ...a RED stop
light with several cars already occupying all three lanes. He had no
choice but to come to a stop.
I stopped right behind him and locked my eyeballs on his plate. I kept
on reciting his number plate over and over, like a line to a
favorite poem, as I simultaneously took note of the color (dark blue)
and type of car (Scion tc).
Then I eased out the clutch, moved out from behind, stopped alongside
and looked right at him. He was, now, no more than 5 feet from me. He
looked straight ahead but had that expression of "%$^*" on his face.
Then he casually looked to his left and our eyes met but I just kept on
staring until he looked away. He was not happy.
When the lights went green he floored it and took the right side-street
but, at this stage, I really didn't care, I HAD him! All I needed now
was a cop. (Can you find one when you need one?)
Continually reciting the lic. plate aloud, as I drove slowly along
rte-109 south, my eyes earnestly searching for a cop -- I caught sight
of, in almost total disbelief, a sign: State Trooper Headquarters /
Republic Airport Terminal (on right).
Thankyou God!
I filed a full report with the desk clerk and agreed, having provided my
own personal information, to speak with the 'on-scene' investigators,
should they decide to call for additional details.
Then, I'll fully admit, having gotten back into my car ...I started
shaking.
After calming down a bit, I reversed direction, got back onto the
Southern State then drove somewhat conservatively to the airport where
from behind the desk, the staff expressed their surprise at seeing me,
somewhat unannounced and with no airplane reservation! ("You're here
because.....?!")
As I sat down beside the warm stove, slowly beginning to relax, sipping
on a cup of micro-waved coffee and gnawing on a donut, I began to divulge
what had just transpired.
I still, even now, have more questions than answers.
G.
- - - - - -
It's now almost May 2012, and, yes, I can *still* recite that lic. plate number!
<title> What would YOU have done?
-----------------------------------------
I had absolutely no plan to go flying Saturday morning. In fact, on Friday
I had mentally scheduled several 'chores' that needed to be
completed. However, for some odd reason, when I awoke at 6, I felt this
need to get up and just drive to the airport. With no flight planned and
no airplane reserved, this didn't make a whole lot of sense, but I could
not shrug off this 'need' to go. So I did.
The wife urged me to take the Ford, readily accessible in the driveway,
since she had no immediate need for it. Again, however, I felt this need
to, instead, take the much faster 911, even though it meant having to
jump thru' additional hoops in order to maneuver it out of the locked
garage and out of the driveway. (Said driveway, of course, blocked by
the aforementioned, conveniently parked Ford.)
So there I am, 7:10am on a Saturday morning, motoring along on the
Southern State Parkway, heading to the airport some 50 miles away, with
no plane reserved and no flight planned, listening to Click-n-Clack (The
tappet brothers) on PBS radio.
In my rear view mirror I catch a glimpse of a small sub-compact darting
in and out of traffic and being a general nuisance. He passes me on the
inside lane and proceeds to attempt to maneuver around traffic ahead by
accelerating, lane switching and tailgating. For the next few minutes,
I, and I'm sure others, just shook our collective heads at this idiot,
now no more than 200 feet or so in front, still zipping around,
not having achieved anything nor having improved his overall progress whatsoever.
Then both the world and time itself seemed to slow down, as I watched,
in total disbelief at what began to unfold right in front of my eyes:
He moves from the inside lane into the middle lane and accelerates. The
car, in front of him, is maintaining a steady pace so he has to
brake. To his left, in the passing lane, is a red Ford Explorer. A few
seconds go by and the smallest of gaps opens up in front of the
Explorer. He just turns into this smallest of gaps causing the driver of
the Ford to swerve violently to his left so as to avoid an imminent
collision. The Ford starts to, literally, fishtail wildly as its poor
driver attempts to maintain lane. Blue clouds of smoke begin to swirl
around as the tires began to leave skid marks on the parkway's
blacktop.
I mentally say to myself "Don't over-correct, c'mon man, you can steady
her", as I simultaneously slowly lift off the accelerator and begin to
subdivide/pay closer attention to what is happening in front and to
what is around me.
Then, what must have been no more than three or four car-lengths from me, the
Explorer suddenly flips and starts to tumble and roll, still in the passing
lane, but heading in the general direction of the grassy median.
EVERYONE immediately and simultaneously begins to slow down. Brake
lights are everywhere. What we all hoped would _not_ happen, has, and
right before our very eyes. Unbelievable!
We've all seen similar events on 'COPS', courtesy of dashboard-cams, but
that's TV. It's 'numbingly shocking' when you see it for yourself.
I'm still in the middle lane, now proceeding at a snails-pace, and looking,
in disbelief as outside my left window, in apparent slow motion, as a
tumbling suv, its windows shattered, its body panels kicking up mud,
slowly settles on the grassy median.
I glance to my right and rear and see many drivers maneuvering off to the
side with the clear intention of stopping to lend a hand, many already
on their cell phones.
I look ahead and catch sight of the car that has 'caused' this. It's
still in the middle lane, but has now increased its speed so as to
surreptitiously merge with the receding front-group of cars in an
obvious attempt to 'distance itself' as quickly as possible.
For me, time stopped for a brief moment, as I instantly weighed the two
basic choices left to me; come to a complete stop and join the multitude
of other drivers lending a hand ...or go after this car (and get the
lic. plate). For, let's face it, here I am, in, what is probably the most
powerful car amongst all the other drivers around me and with absolutely no
appointment to make.
So I floored it.
I rowed thru' the gears and quickly closed, what was once a large and
increasing gap, between the crash site and the front group of cars. The
car that caused the accident, a Scion, is now at the rear of this
particular group. He had to have seen the flip-over, he could NOT have
missed it!
I'm now also sure he caught a glimpse of me in his rear-view, because he began to drive
even more aggressively and sped up even more.
I took a look in MY rear-view ...and saw that I was alone. So be it.
As we both proceeded eastbound, he darting in and around other cars, at
speeds way, way over the limit in an attempt to 'lose' me, I still
managed to 'keep a visual' and stay reasonably close. However,
I'll admit, at several points I _had_ to back off so that *I*, myself,
didn't cause an accident, as *I* maneuvered in and around traffic. I
also endeavored to maneuver so as not to give the impression, to
motorist that I sailed by, that we were in cahoots and 'drag-racing'.
Every time that I seemed to successfully close the gap - almost enough
to get a definite bead on his lic. plate - another car would either pull
in front of me (argh!) or he would further distance himself by accelerating away.
As I 'stayed with him', I thought to myself; if I had taken the wife's
car, he would have left me in the dust a long time ago. Weird.
We continued this cat-n-mouse for miles (and I mean miles). He would
move into the exit lane and 'pretend' to get off at an exit - only to
speed up and cut even more motorists off as he forcefully maneuvered
into the passing lane to 'open her up' in a vain attempt to increase this
margin.
As exit 34 approached (the crash happened around exit 18 or so) he began
to slow down and purposefully move into the exit lane. I stayed in the
middle lane ...'just in case'. As the sign for 'Farmingdale - route 109'
appeared he spiked the steering, peeled off and made a decisive exit. I
responded by accelerating and closing on his rear because I knew if he
got away and into 'side streets' then -- game over.
My whole focus, all along, but moreso now, was to get close and
unequivocally get that friggin' number plate.
As I dropped her into 2nd. gear and hauled her around the exit ramp I
caught sight of something wonderful in the near distance ...a RED stop
light with several cars already occupying all three lanes. He had no
choice but to come to a stop.
I stopped right behind him and locked my eyeballs on his plate. I kept
on reciting his number plate over and over, like a line to a
favorite poem, as I simultaneously took note of the color (dark blue)
and type of car (Scion tc).
Then I eased out the clutch, moved out from behind, stopped alongside
and looked right at him. He was, now, no more than 5 feet from me. He
looked straight ahead but had that expression of "%$^*" on his face.
Then he casually looked to his left and our eyes met but I just kept on
staring until he looked away. He was not happy.
When the lights went green he floored it and took the right side-street
but, at this stage, I really didn't care, I HAD him! All I needed now
was a cop. (Can you find one when you need one?)
Continually reciting the lic. plate aloud, as I drove slowly along
rte-109 south, my eyes earnestly searching for a cop -- I caught sight
of, in almost total disbelief, a sign: State Trooper Headquarters /
Republic Airport Terminal (on right).
Thankyou God!
I filed a full report with the desk clerk and agreed, having provided my
own personal information, to speak with the 'on-scene' investigators,
should they decide to call for additional details.
Then, I'll fully admit, having gotten back into my car ...I started
shaking.
After calming down a bit, I reversed direction, got back onto the
Southern State then drove somewhat conservatively to the airport where
from behind the desk, the staff expressed their surprise at seeing me,
somewhat unannounced and with no airplane reservation! ("You're here
because.....?!")
As I sat down beside the warm stove, slowly beginning to relax, sipping
on a cup of micro-waved coffee and gnawing on a donut, I began to divulge
what had just transpired.
I still, even now, have more questions than answers.
G.
- - - - - -
It's now almost May 2012, and, yes, I can *still* recite that lic. plate number!
04-24-2012, 11:41 AM
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You can't seem to catch a break, Travis. Sorry to hear about the accident but am happy to see that it's not too bad.
I would have dropped it into third gear and gotten the guy's tag. Oh, well.
I would have dropped it into third gear and gotten the guy's tag. Oh, well.
04-24-2012, 12:04 PM
#37
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That sucks Travis. I can honestly say .. driving around Seattle for 20 years was tough .. in my experience many people just didn't respect each other or their property .. more so than anywhere else I've lived. I had 900 miles on my brand new '87 Cab when a drunk lady clipped me at an intersection in Swellvue (heh) .. and then tried to leave the scene but she was so drunk, she drove up on the sidewalk and got high centered ...
But good job on figuring out that you don't need to let Mr. Angry have his day .. not necessary .. of course, I'm still learning about that :-P
But good job on figuring out that you don't need to let Mr. Angry have his day .. not necessary .. of course, I'm still learning about that :-P
04-24-2012, 12:44 PM
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Really sorry to hear this Travis - I had something similar years ago in the Targa, was cut-off and ended up damaging the car pretty bad - and the guy got away with it. I was too busy controlling the spin I was in to check out his license plate...
You think this was a random event, or given two events that day not so random?
I was pretty upset when it happened to me, but in the end the paint was improved and I did a few things, like adding a Turbo bumper, so it's just a memory now.
It takes almost x-ray vision to be safe these days. Find a good body shop and get her repaired - the damage does not look too bad (from the pictures anyways).
Cheers,
Mike
You think this was a random event, or given two events that day not so random?
I was pretty upset when it happened to me, but in the end the paint was improved and I did a few things, like adding a Turbo bumper, so it's just a memory now.
It takes almost x-ray vision to be safe these days. Find a good body shop and get her repaired - the damage does not look too bad (from the pictures anyways).
Cheers,
Mike
04-24-2012, 01:15 PM
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Bummer Travis.
This is why we are taught to glance over our shoulder just before changing lanes, to check for vehicles in our path that we have not yet seen. I bet this accident could have been easily avoided with a proper glance.
Sorry I couldn't help pile on the sympathy. Just had to state what seems all to obvious to me. I know I'm a terrible person for bringing up driver's training at a time of crisis like this, but maybe none of y'all are checking your blind spots and need a wake up call. I just want ALL drivers to be the best driver they can be.
I won't even bring up signaling.
Again, sorry, good luck with the fix.
This is why we are taught to glance over our shoulder just before changing lanes, to check for vehicles in our path that we have not yet seen. I bet this accident could have been easily avoided with a proper glance.
Sorry I couldn't help pile on the sympathy. Just had to state what seems all to obvious to me. I know I'm a terrible person for bringing up driver's training at a time of crisis like this, but maybe none of y'all are checking your blind spots and need a wake up call. I just want ALL drivers to be the best driver they can be.
I won't even bring up signaling.
Again, sorry, good luck with the fix.
04-24-2012, 01:22 PM
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yes and no. I check my blind spots/shoulder check, but in my instance I was between a curb and a vehicle - and that guy decided to change into my lane and either did not see me or just did not give a crap - which resulted in my peripheral vision catching the movement and my hitting the binders, but my instinct to swerve combined with the brakes hard on caused a sliding spin.
Perhaps a check would have avoided Travis's accident, perhaps not. If the guy did a quick lane change it possible to close the distance and hit the car without having the time to react...
Cheers,
Mike
Perhaps a check would have avoided Travis's accident, perhaps not. If the guy did a quick lane change it possible to close the distance and hit the car without having the time to react...
Cheers,
Mike
04-24-2012, 02:07 PM
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You know .. after reading Travis' description it sounded to me like the offender was coming out of the HOV lane into the fast lane in a hurry and just took him out .. probably driving illegally in the HOV lane to begin with ..?
04-24-2012, 02:32 PM
#42
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I too was involved just recently in a "rear ender" in my lexus. The OLD LADY gave me false information! It's rough out there with too many uninsured drivers. Always make sure to:
get a witness, license plate number, Vin #, driver's license number and any other positive form of id (if you can). The cops in CA don't come to accidents if there are no injuries. In addition, the insurance companies don't pay out that easy.
get a witness, license plate number, Vin #, driver's license number and any other positive form of id (if you can). The cops in CA don't come to accidents if there are no injuries. In addition, the insurance companies don't pay out that easy.
04-24-2012, 10:42 PM
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I catch myself occasionally being lazy about good driving, but this is a good reminder to be constantly double-checking the mirrors and "head on a swivel", scanning for idiots. I'm amazed at the people who think racing on a track is dangerous, when the real danger is out on the freeway.
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This thread is now officially useless without pictures!
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This thread is now officially useless without pictures!
Yes..I'll say DE's really, truly have had a positive impact on my street driving habits. My mirror watching skills and general situational awareness I feel have benefited greatly. Bonus: having one's head on a swivel also helps to avoid the fuzz.
As for the pictures you seek..well, sadly I am a tease and that's all you're going to get from me. Well, that and I don't have any to post anyway..she doesn't have Facebook and is kind of my hero for that!
Happened to me once, I was going to write my story but I decided against it. The outcome was that the other guy totaled his car and even then I had weird thoughts about more. I let it go and I'm glad I did as this one incident could have changed my very happy life forever.
Enough said. You're lucky that nothing worse happened. The insurance will cover it and everything else is at 99%.
I'm sorry for your bad experience but it seems you're handling it very well.
Ed
Enough said. You're lucky that nothing worse happened. The insurance will cover it and everything else is at 99%.
I'm sorry for your bad experience but it seems you're handling it very well.
Ed
Yep..just a car, just stuff. My crazy *** is ok, and in some camps, that's all that matters. I think I read this somewhere else on here, "If you've got a problem that can be solved with money, you don't have a problem." Stuff comes and goes, and you can always make more money.
Clocksman993,
Thank you for the kind words. Thankfully the Dach is safe!
Yeah I've got a reasonably good feeling about this time around. I've had enough bad experiences I hope it translates in to me being able to sniff out a good shop. Thankfully it seems I just moved near almost a half-dozen solid potential shops so the PITA factor will hopefully be low!
That's not only a crazy story, but almost exactly what I thought this might turn in to as I did briefly consider giving chase. However if anything else happened, that would likely be pinned on me; it's always the fault of the sports car driver! Plus as I pursued I'm sure the adrenaline might lead to a confrontation, and as anyone who has met me can testify, I am certainly a big, scary *****.
Yeah, coulda woulda shoulda. But if the bodywork comes out ok, I will be satisfied with the outcome of this compared to many of the alternatives.
I was always told the E30 M3 was God's chariot??
There you have it, folks. Even the Pope hates Seattle drivers! After hundreds of hours of driving around here, it's just a very "bubble" environment. The only concern is what's going on between the doors..when I had a bike here, it basically scared me out of street riding. Someday I'll get another but odds are good it will be a track-only bike. I was tempted to leave a boot print in many a door..
You mean with the F-car? I don't think so. This is the 4th hit and run I've been involved with since I moved here. I was in a 5th incident, but I was at fault for that one..I apparently didn't get the memo that it's status-quo to leave the scene of an accident though. Or maybe I'm just a magnet for mouth-breathers.
Bummer Travis.
This is why we are taught to glance over our shoulder just before changing lanes, to check for vehicles in our path that we have not yet seen. I bet this accident could have been easily avoided with a proper glance.
Sorry I couldn't help pile on the sympathy. Just had to state what seems all to obvious to me. I know I'm a terrible person for bringing up driver's training at a time of crisis like this, but maybe none of y'all are checking your blind spots and need a wake up call. I just want ALL drivers to be the best driver they can be.
I won't even bring up signaling.
Again, sorry, good luck with the fix.
This is why we are taught to glance over our shoulder just before changing lanes, to check for vehicles in our path that we have not yet seen. I bet this accident could have been easily avoided with a proper glance.
Sorry I couldn't help pile on the sympathy. Just had to state what seems all to obvious to me. I know I'm a terrible person for bringing up driver's training at a time of crisis like this, but maybe none of y'all are checking your blind spots and need a wake up call. I just want ALL drivers to be the best driver they can be.
I won't even bring up signaling.
Again, sorry, good luck with the fix.
Checking mirrors/over the shoulder is a habit I've got. My prior car had some considerable bind spots so I never fully trusted the mirrors. Perhaps I didn't look long enough, but I am pretty darn positive I did it. Heck I check over my shoulders as a passenger..drives some people nuts!
But I am 100% certain I signaled, that I can say for sure.There had been a gap in traffic so I was pretty certain I was alone coming up on the back of the pack, but I've had people do some ridiculous things to catch up to me, block me from passing, etc. so I generally never assume I'm alone or that my blind spot is clear.
As I wrote in the police report..well basically that. The whole thing caught me off guard, but that's the reasonable explanation I came up with. I think we both just changed lanes at the same time, but as for why they took off, we can only speculate. Given that I basically only have tire marks on my car I doubt they even had any damage.
I too was involved just recently in a "rear ender" in my lexus. The OLD LADY gave me false information! It's rough out there with too many uninsured drivers. Always make sure to:
get a witness, license plate number, Vin #, driver's license number and any other positive form of id (if you can). The cops in CA don't come to accidents if there are no injuries. In addition, the insurance companies don't pay out that easy.
get a witness, license plate number, Vin #, driver's license number and any other positive form of id (if you can). The cops in CA don't come to accidents if there are no injuries. In addition, the insurance companies don't pay out that easy.
I had that happen to me when my bike was all of four days old...I was at the park playing some v-ball with some friends (insert Kenny Loggins/Top Gun video here), and when we were heading back I noticed my bike was parked kind of awkwardly. Then someone came up and said some guy had backed in to it and knocked it over, but they stopped them before they took off and made sure they left their info. I thanked the guy profusely for going above and beyond for a total stranger; but sadly they left me with bogus information. Wound up being about $2400 in damage to plastics and a carbon/titanium muffler..my insurance offered to pick it up, but being a supermoto I had to consider the fact it might just be meeting the ground again so I just left it (I was also concerned about my insurance rates, that would have been my first ever claim..didn't trust that them giving me money wouldn't result in me giving them more money every month, lol).
04-25-2012, 01:36 AM
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A real bummer. If you happen to decide to take on other mods and need a turbo bumper let me know. I have one hanging in the garage that I haven't got around to installing. 
-Doug
-Doug
04-25-2012, 02:42 AM
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Well this sucks, very sorry to see this happen
Hopefully your car will be fixed as new without any drama!!
Hopefully your car will be fixed as new without any drama!!