The other day I may or may not have been in an accident. I honestly can’t say. Maybe you can tell me?
No have I have not been drinking, doing drugs, or lost my mind in any other way.
You know how there are 3 sides to every story? His side, her side, and the truth? This is one of those cases.
I was coming up to a RED light at busy 4 way intersection like the one pictured above.
In Illinois, unless it is posted otherwise, you can make a right turn on red after you have stopped and made sure it was clear.
In this story, I am the orange car and Dude was the green car. Dude stops, then lets off his brakes to proceed. I move forward to get a better view of the traffic coming from the left, see that it’s clear, and step on the gas. Then I SLAM ON MY BRAKES. Dude is still there, stopped in front of me. :O
My first thought was HOLY FUCK, that was close!!!
Then, Why isn’t he moving?!?!?
Dude gets out of the car and just glares at me.
I think, Aw Cmon…this can’t be happening. I didn’t actually Hit him did I? I even asked him, “Did I actually hit you? Dude approaches my car yelling, Hell yeah you hit me. Are you gonna make the next 4 years of payments on my car?!?!? Then he goes to look at what may or may not be a scratch on his bumper. He knelt on the ground to get a closer look.
From where I am sitting I don’t see a scratch, but there is No way in hell am I getting out of my car with him yelling at me like that. When he stood back up and started to approach me again, I said, “Ok, let’s call the cops, and file an accident report.” He stopped dead in his tracks. Then he went to look at my bumper, and back to his.
I said, “Why don’t we pull over and call the police. If I hit you, then it was my fault.” (I may be wrong but I believe the law states that in a rear-end collision the party in the 2nd car is at fault.)
When he stood up again, Dudes whole demeanor changed. He was actually smiling when he said, “Ah naw, we don’t have to do that. It’s really no big deal. Don’t worry about it.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah it’s all good. You have yourself a nice day.”
He got back into his car and drove away. As I pulled away from the intersection,I thought what the hell just happened?!?!? Did I really hit him? How does someone go from “I’m gonna kill you” to all smiles in under a minute?
When I got to my destination, I went to look at my front bumper. There is absolutely no damage to my car. Not even a scratch. I don’t remember FEELING any impact, but I could still hear the sound of my brakes as I hit them.
While I will never know what really happened, I am curious… Do you have any thoughts or opinions?