Car Crashes
 

Man Brian is lucky the witnessess stoped but his even luckier that his state deosn't seem to have a no-fault law. A no-fault law apparantly does the exact opposite of what its name suggests. In a state with a no-fault law the blame for any accident is shared by the owners of all the cars in the accident no matter the circumstances. A crazy old lady could go on a rampage smashing into cars in a parking lot and its still partially your fault for parking in that parking lot. I just love the logic of the legislative branch of my state.

Apparantly this law was written to help spread the cost between as many car insurience companies as possible to keep the over all rates down. What it has effectively done is probably more the half the number of reported accidents because no matter what your role was your insurience company pays at least part of the repair costs, usually all of them. Which of course increases your insurience rates. At least that is how it was explained to me in driver's Ed. Might have changed for the better by now.

I've been lucky in the car accident department. I've only ever been in one, it it was the other guy's "fault", even thought I didn't blame him.

It was on the campus of my old college. There's a stoplight that gives one of two options: Turn left or go straight. Well, it's a blue car in front of me, myself driving my very old 1975 Chevy Suburban, and some poor kid in a light pick-up truck behind me.

Anyways, the blue car passes the light. You know how it is when you are going through a stoplight. You have your eye on the light to make sure it stays green. Anyways, I figure, logically, that since Mr. Bluecar has driven through the light, that means he's going to keep going straight.

Silly me.

Blue car decides he wanted to take that turn that is now a couple of yards behind him, so he slams on his brakes. This, of course, causes me to slam on my brakes. Lord bless the soul of the poor old suburban, it stopped what must of been inches away from the other guys bumper. Just as I'm breathing a sigh of relief, BAM! I get rear ended.

The stupid jerk who caused this whole thing calmly makes his turn, travels backwards to get on his road, and drives on.

Luckily, that old suburban was built like a tank. The only damage was a dent in my rear door and it broke my tail lights. The other guy was hurt a lot more: his bumpwer was shoved in, his grill was broke, stuff like that. Technically, it was his fault, but I didn't make him pay for anything. After all...it was a 26 year old car, the dent just made the back door match everything else.

Almost go into another one not so long ago. I was stopped at a stop sign, and this older lady is turning right...and takes the turn a little wide.

You know when your adrenaline kicks in, and things seem to slow down...that happened. In the few seconds it must of taken, I had enough "time" to look down at my door and wonder how care it would cave in when I got hit, ponder what I was going to say to my parents when I asked them to come pick me up because my car just got hit, and to take a look at the lady and think "Why in the world do you have a dog in your lap?! I'm going to get hit by a woman with a little pansy dog!"

Luckily, she decided to turn a little harder, and not hit me. She then proceeds to glare at me for being there...and, as such, almost causing an accident.

:rolleyes:

I totaled a '79 Mercedes 450 SEL once.

I wept for days. It was like I'd killed one of the family.

I totaled a dodge neon once, but... you know, I wasn't quite as upset about that one.

Front on collision for me, in my parents 1995 Mazda Protoge

It was a dark and rainy night, driving home through rural Newfoundland. There must have been 3-4 Centimeters of rain down by the time I cautiously took a sharp turn in my home town (you know, one of those bends in the road that makes you feel like you are going the opposite direction, real big turn!). I was going all of 30 KM/H (that's about 18 or 19 Miles per hour for the american viewing audience) going around the turn so that I was pulling the wheel to the left. When the whole adreniline slow-mo thing happened. I heard my friend Jeff say, "what is this idiot doing?", my half asleep girlfriend (now wife) said "wha?" and I to brace my self. Then a 2005 Dodge Intrepid came speeding around the turn, in the opposite direction, going about 60-70 KM/H (that's about 37-44 Miles per). Before I knew it, *WHAM* struck head-on. When I got out of the car, I was half way on the shoulder and half way on my lane, he was half in his lane, half in mine. As well, I was about 2 feet from a 9 or 10 foot drop that ended in the ocean...
The RCMP officer told me that the accident was clearly, and totally his fault.

The car was wrecked, in fact it bent the chasis, the engine went from being parrallel to the ground to being on a sharp angle, and the rear break lights were hanging out (popped out from the force of the collision).

Thankfully there was only minor injuries (bumps, scrapes and minor cuts).

I've been in one car crash, and it wasn't my fault (I was 12 at the time). My father and I were just starting on our trip back to Ontario from Alberta, and on the first night we hit a moose.

He was going at about 60km/h and we made a slight turn to find a whole family of Canada's Tank crossing the road. I'm alive and typing this today because we were lucky enough to hit the baby and not the mother. So before I'm attacked by Moose Right Activists; it may be a baby, but it still probably weighs as much as your entire immediate family. The 1997 Saturn hit it in the legs and it fell onto the front end of the car, mangling it externally (but surprisingly doing little damage to the engine). It calmly got up, looked at us as if we had just farted very loudly at a dinner party, and the family walked off into the darkness.

A few thousand dollars later and the car was repairable. The police said if we had hit the adults, or if the airbags had gone off, I probably would have died. But I didn't, sucka!

Toaster, you made some fatal errors in your accident. See, you were assuming other drivers were thinking logically. That was just utterly foolish. I automatically assume every driver on the road other than me is a recently divorced (~5 minutes) man or woman that had just walked in on their 8 year old watching beastial pornography, just recovered from multiple concussions, and was still mulling over their parents double-homicide trial that ended yesterday with the defendant throwing feces at him/her and getting off innocent.

I had 2 accidents.

The first one happened about 3 years ago when my parents and I were going to visit my sister in Charleston, SC. We were going to stop by my other sisters in Columbia, SC to switch cars and give her her 1996 Chevy Cavalier and take the 2000 Mazda Protege from her to Charleston.
Well, we were on the highway just outside of Columbia and if you ever took Interstate 26 towards Columbia from Greenville, you know its a decently hilly road. We went up one of those hills to find that the cars were litterally parked, PARKED in the road from a traffic jam and my dad slammed on the breaks and just stops in time for us not to hit the guy in front of us. The chick behind us, however, wasnt so lucky and didnt manage to break fast enough and attempted to avoid the accident by going off into the left shoulder. Didn't work out so well, hit the corner of driver's side rear end totalling the car. Now in all this, I was taking a nap in the back seat, all strechted out not wearing a seatbelt. I fell down into the little space between the back seat and the front seat, but was just able to catch myself without getting hurt. About 10 minutes later, an officer shows up, asks both parties for their story, looks at the damage to each car, and decides that it was the uninsured girls fault. Yea...we ended up buying a 1993 Mazda Protege from my uncle with part of the money we go, and the rest of the money went towards buying the 2004 Honda Oddessey a year later when we actually got the money.

The second accident was more of a Fender bender without any actual "bending" per say. I was going to pick up my friend to give her a ride to school. I get her, and we go get her friend just a few streets away. Got her, were all set to get to school now so we start heading out of the neighborhood. We stop at the 2 way stop sign at the 4 way intersection waiting for a clear shot out of there onto the road. Still waiting and the guy behind starts honking at me to go. I looked both ways, the only oncomming car is comming from the left and it seems to be a good bit aways so I start pulling out. Check the right again, back to the left, and the oncomming car is comming on at superficially high speeds. I immediately hit the breaks, turn the car in reverse and back up not 3 ft of the 5 ft i had gone out of the street when I hit the guy behind me. I was thinking right there "oh hell, how am I going to explain this to my mom?" I start unbuckling my seatbelt and look into the rear view mirror. The guy behind me? he's waving me off telling me to just go! I was like "IM GETTING OUT OF HERE IF HES WAVING ME OFF!"
I pulled out when I got to school to survey the damage, I couldn't find a dent or anything. And the crack that we found on the bumber was a crack that was there since my uncle had it. Luckiest day of my life!

I was in one just on Saturday. Going home from a swim meet, talking to Mom, stopped at a light, when all the sudden a car hit us from behind. Not much damage, except for a slight dent in the bumper. Fortunantly, the three cars that were in the accident were small, and we were the largest, in front, so it didn't do damage, or hurt anyone. Just some teens who decided not to stop. Dumbutts.

And another one, but I... don't wanna talk about it. My fault, in a way, since it was rainy and my car slid. :(

For my 16th birthday my father got a some nive car and I got his old Ford Contour. It was a nice car; handled well, could go fast when I wanted it too, and had a custom stereo we had gotten my dad for fathers day 3 months before my b-day. That was the begging of junior year. 2 weeks before senior year(during marching band camp) I was driving my sister home after a late practice. I decided to scare her and go really fast. She yelled at me to slow down, which of course made me speed up. When I hit the gravel I had forgotten about I was doing about 45. My car swerved and slammed into the high sharp curb. I pulled it over into a parking spot, leaving my oil pan behind. The frame was warped and it would have cost more to fix then the car cost. Since it was in a parking lot and not on a street it didn't have to be reported to police or to insurance, so my dad had the car scrapped. I got a jeep cherokee that I know drive like an old lady.

Just last week I was in an Accident. My '95 Cutlass Ciera SL, affectionately called Bikke (he uses a cutlass, get it? Most people thought it was just funny because I pronounce it "bike," so I keyed its name into the drivers side door. That'll learn 'em.), was parked behind this van. The van backed into it, then left, without stopping, coming inside and telling me what happened, nothing.

Some other people saw it though and told me, so I called the cops to file a report. They kept looking at it, and pointing out scratches and dents and cracks "Was this from the accident? "No, I did that." "And this?" "No, that's been there too."

Basically, my license plate is (more) dented, and my bumper is down an inch. I wondered why I bothered calling.