So on the way into my first job
I’m at one of those intersections where there’s three streets that come together at an angle, and I feel a bit of a weird bump.
the car behind me is trying to sneak past me on the right. I move forward and try to let him, but it’s just too tight. So he keeps bumping away, and finally drives partway up on the curb and scrapes his tire on one side and the side of his car on the back bumper of the truck. He waves his thanks as he goes by. No damage to the Exploder, but his car (a 2011) was covered with such scratches and scrapes.
And I’m worried about the oglet’s driving.
Driving by Braille?
My mom did that once trying to squeeze between my dad’s front bumper and the corner of the house. Scored a dent all down one side of the car; luckily it was just from scraping the siding. And that was in reverse.
Don’t worry about the Oglet, worry about this guy being on the same road as the Oglet.
I honestly believe that if someone actually bumped my car trying to squeeze past, there’s a good chance I would throw my vehicle into reverse and pen them in until the light changed.
Good grief! Around here that’s a ticket to the pokey, hit-and-run, even by an imbecile who drags their car against stationary objects.
I’m with Joanna. I don’t care about nicks and dings on my old car, but anybody who thinks it’s OK to “nudge” his way through traffic, needs to learn, in a big F-ing hurry, that shit won’t fly. I would nudge back.
My grandmother tried to squeeze between two cars parked on opposite sides of a narrow city street in Denver. She misjudged the width of road between them… it WAS too narrow for her 67 Dodge Dart. But she misjudged it very precisely because there were no scratches on her car …just shaved all four of her door handles off, both side. My grandfather called me all upset because the insurance company wanted to total their Dodge Dart because they couldn’t find replacement door handles. I was in Houston at the time, working as an auto adjuster for State Farm so I had friends in low places …i.e., salvage yards. I suggested to my grandfather that he negotiate whatever the insurance company would give him and still let him keep the car and I would find him some handles. I made a couple of calls, located a set of door handles and overnighted them to my grandparents. My grandparents got a couple of hundred dollars, reimbursed me what little the handles and shipping cost and everybody was happy.
Sometimes the difference between repairable and total loss is a very thin line. Moral of the story, it’s WHO you know!
Shit, this is the greater Chicago Area. This is the kind of shit that happens all the time. You should see people try to park.
One morning around 4:30 a.m. while taking the Ryan to work, traffic was going 30 mph when all of a sudden on the left shoulder comes a large Cadillac Fleetwood sized car going twice as fast, and it was ricocheting off the Jersey Barrier and cars in the left lane back and forth as it went. As badly as his back end was smashed from all that fish tailing, he must’ve made it to his hideout or lair, for I saw nothing but other cars immobilized as I continued to the Circle. I wonder what the bad thing that he did was, for him to almost kill himself like that.