Jeff,
I can definitely feel for you. I guess in a way, I was pretty lucky. The guy
that hit mine, waited for me to show up, and then apologized. He gave me all
his
information, and when I gave him my body shop's estimate, he cut me a check for
the full ammount.
Now I just got to get it fixed.
Good luck with your repair.
Bryan Vandiver (59-bugeye)
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>Subject: Another spridget hit!
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>Spridgeteers,
>
>I just have to grouse. I was rear-ended last night while sitting at a red
>light. I think my wife is right - I live the cloistered life behind ivy
>walls because I'm just astounded at the stupidity of people. Of course, we
>won't go into my pattern of doing at least one truly stupid thing
>everyday...
>
>Anyway, lady pulls up behind me at a light IN AN SUV (several IQ points
>lost right there), stops, then rolls into me while digging for a ciggy-poo
>in her purse (double loss of IQ points for smoking and hitting me - at
>least she wasn't also on the cell phone). I jump out to check the damage,
>and she's somehow managed to stall the truck in a panic. So of course the
>first thing she does is try to restart and grinds into the rear-end even
>more (damn SUV was probably running on 5 cylinders - it was not new).
>Sensing that we had a real winner here, I told her to pull the key out of
>the ignition because she's just rolled into me and she wouldn't be going
>anywhere for a while. She still had the deer in the headlights look, so I
>told her to get out of her truck and give me her insurance info. The damage
>was very light - she bumped into the tag light plinth and pushed it in
>maybe a quarter inch. I was happy to just get info from her and be done,
>but then she refused to admit that she'd bumped me. So, too bad for her. I
>called the police and after a long 10 minutes of having to listen to this
>person babbling on, a cruiser pulled up. Of course, the woman immediately
>claimed that I rolled back into her. Typical. Anyway, she got cited for
>following too close, plus her tag was overdue (surprise) plus her insurance
>had lapsed (surprise). If the poor misguided soul had just made nice and
>fessed up, I wouldn't have pursued this at all. Looking at the damage in
>the light of day, I could probably pound it out with a rubber mallet. But,
>I guess I'll just let the bodyshop do that. Gee, now I need to figure out
>where to go - a Mercedes dealership or a Jag dealership? Seriously, I'll
>just take it to the lbc shop, let them look it over to make sure I haven't
>missed anything (doubtful), have them pound it out, and just give her the
>option to cut me a check for the shop time. As it is, I think the policeman
>did her an incredible favor by not citing her for the lapsed insurance and
>the expired tag. This was of course totally lost on her. When I left the
>scene, she was still whining to him about her miserable life. I think I'll
>write the patrolman's chief to let him know this guy did a good job in at
>least calming the woman - she lost it several times before he arrived.
>
>Blues, dispair, and agony on me. Deep, dark depression, excessive misery.
>If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. Blues, dispair, and
>agony on me.
> -Bonus points: who sang that and where?
>
>Jeff
>
>Jeff Boatright '65 Sprite MkIII __o_\__
>http://userwww.service.emory.edu/~jboatri/
>
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