8) One time I hit a guy in traffic. Purely my fault. He only wanted my insurance information. He had zero, and I mean not any, interest in calling the police or getting a police report or getting the police involved in any way shape or form. No drivers license points for me. I wonder what he avoided.
Rear-ended a nicely-restored 1972 Chevelle when I was young and dumb with a beat-up 1998 Corsica. Crushed the Corsica's front end, not a scratch on the Chevelle's raised and chromed bumper. He'd stopped for a left turn pretty quick on Main Street, and I was right there.
Driver hopped out spitting mad. He was about my age, threatening me with his Dad (Dad's car, I guess?). He was insistent we get the cops there ASAP. I suggested his car looked to be in fine shape, but no... gotta get the law. When the PD arrived the other driver got really quiet suddenly.
Turns out he was on a work-and-school only license restriction for DUI, and was 25 miles from either, dropping off his GF.
Cops ran him in, I didn't even get a ticket. Been a while since I thought of that - brought back a memory, Mikey.
My sister rear-ended a guy on the freeway (her brakes weren't as good as his -- he was trying to avoid the collision in front of him). She was totally at fault. We followed him around the wreck. Once the freeway opened up, instead of pulling over, he made a nice friendly wave out the window and took off, never to be seen again.
Not sure why. Mildly curious as to why. But my sister was pretty happy with the way it turned out.
In 1980, my car stalled at the bottom of a hill. A car came over the hill just flying, and hit my 4 door Ford LTD, amidships. My wife was holding my then 9 months old daughter in her lap. It threw me into the middle of the seat, my ex wife hit her head on the side window, and my finger hit my baby on the forehead, where I had tried to hold her back. I broke my back, my pelvis, and assorted other injuries. The next morning, two Michigan State Troopers knocked on my hospital room door, with a ticket in hand, for failure to yield right of way. I signed it, thanked them, and they apologized and left. Decent guys, actually. Then my family doctor showed up. He saw that my left elbow was still bleeding from where it had hit the steering wheel, and the wheel was found against the dash board. My doctor was PISSED. He not only had to sew me up, but he had to perform a surgery to dig out the piece of plastic that was embedded in my elbow that showed on the x-ray that had been taken the night before. That was actually the 3rd time that elbow had been opened up, first in a mini bike accident, and second from playing football. The male species, you know. Actually, as a football player who had college scholarships offered, I thought that my bones must have been too strong to break, as I had both hit guys and broken their bones, twice, and been hit hard on many occasions and never had a broken bone, other than numerous concussions. Come to find out, nobodies bones are strong enough to stand up to automobiles. I remember asking my mentor and former teacher and football coach, who was a Marine, and Vietnam veteran, who had been shot twice, in the knees, if it hurt. He told me that it hurt like hell. It was only after that car accident that I understood just what he was talking about. Oh, and kidney stones run a close race.
Same thing happened to my son at age 17. Pickup truck slammed on his brakes on the Interstate and my son couldn't stop in time. He hit the truck's tow ball, denting his hood, but no damage to the radiator or anything else.
My son pulled onto the shoulder, and so did the pickup, but when traffic opened up the pickup just took off. My son had called was on the phone with me. He asked if he should try to catch the truck or call the police. I told him to do NOTHING and thank his lucky stars he hit someone who wanted nothing to do with the police.
Mikey, I heard this from a friend: In some places, certain people carry fabricated license and insurance docs. . They are deathly afraid of retaliation. Quickly exchange info, immediately go Casper.
Do your stats show an uptick of traffic in the afternoon? If so, that is me. I LIVE for your FB posts, and I check all the time. I've got the wife doing the same. Thanks Ken!
#16 is the all time win. Would love to see that posted by someone on FB every day. And, would love to buy the lady a drink. Thanks, Kenny. Richard in Colorado
# 5 for the win !
ReplyDeleteSame with the Loch Ness monster, Bigfoot and other the Yeti.
DeletePhil B
8) One time I hit a guy in traffic. Purely my fault. He only wanted my insurance information. He had zero, and I mean not any, interest in calling the police or getting a police report or getting the police involved in any way shape or form. No drivers license points for me. I wonder what he avoided.
ReplyDeleteRear-ended a nicely-restored 1972 Chevelle when I was young and dumb with a beat-up 1998 Corsica. Crushed the Corsica's front end, not a scratch on the Chevelle's raised and chromed bumper. He'd stopped for a left turn pretty quick on Main Street, and I was right there.
DeleteDriver hopped out spitting mad. He was about my age, threatening me with his Dad (Dad's car, I guess?). He was insistent we get the cops there ASAP. I suggested his car looked to be in fine shape, but no... gotta get the law. When the PD arrived the other driver got really quiet suddenly.
Turns out he was on a work-and-school only license restriction for DUI, and was 25 miles from either, dropping off his GF.
Cops ran him in, I didn't even get a ticket. Been a while since I thought of that - brought back a memory, Mikey.
My sister rear-ended a guy on the freeway (her brakes weren't as good as his -- he was trying to avoid the collision in front of him). She was totally at fault. We followed him around the wreck. Once the freeway opened up, instead of pulling over, he made a nice friendly wave out the window and took off, never to be seen again.
DeleteNot sure why. Mildly curious as to why. But my sister was pretty happy with the way it turned out.
In 1980, my car stalled at the bottom of a hill. A car came over the hill just flying, and hit my 4 door Ford LTD, amidships. My wife was holding my then 9 months old daughter in her lap. It threw me into the middle of the seat, my ex wife hit her head on the side window, and my finger hit my baby on the forehead, where I had tried to hold her back.
DeleteI broke my back, my pelvis, and assorted other injuries. The next morning, two Michigan State Troopers knocked on my hospital room door, with a ticket in hand, for failure to yield right of way. I signed it, thanked them, and they apologized and left. Decent guys, actually.
Then my family doctor showed up. He saw that my left elbow was still bleeding from where it had hit the steering wheel, and the wheel was found against the dash board. My doctor was PISSED. He not only had to sew me up, but he had to perform a surgery to dig out the piece of plastic that was embedded in my elbow that showed on the x-ray that had been taken the night before. That was actually the 3rd time that elbow had been opened up, first in a mini bike accident, and second from playing football. The male species, you know.
Actually, as a football player who had college scholarships offered, I thought that my bones must have been too strong to break, as I had both hit guys and broken their bones, twice, and been hit hard on many occasions and never had a broken bone, other than numerous concussions. Come to find out, nobodies bones are strong enough to stand up to automobiles.
I remember asking my mentor and former teacher and football coach, who was a Marine, and Vietnam veteran, who had been shot twice, in the knees, if it hurt. He told me that it hurt like hell. It was only after that car accident that I understood just what he was talking about. Oh, and kidney stones run a close race.
Anonynous:
DeleteSame thing happened to my son at age 17. Pickup truck slammed on his brakes on the Interstate and my son couldn't stop in time. He hit the truck's tow ball, denting his hood, but no damage to the radiator or anything else.
My son pulled onto the shoulder, and so did the pickup, but when traffic opened up the pickup just took off. My son had called was on the phone with me. He asked if he should try to catch the truck or call the police. I told him to do NOTHING and thank his lucky stars he hit someone who wanted nothing to do with the police.
Mikey,
DeleteI heard this from a friend:
In some places, certain people carry fabricated license and insurance docs.
.
They are deathly afraid of retaliation.
Quickly exchange info, immediately go Casper.
LMAO #20.
ReplyDeletetook me a second to get it, then I almost choked on my beverage
DeleteThere's a little good in everyone Phil....
Delete#20 took a second but lmfao
ReplyDeleteMadMarlin
#20 I always thought the soles and palms were white because that’s where they tore off the labels that said made in China
DeleteI used to know a guy that had that condition. I don't know what it says about me but I got it at a glance.
Delete#20 for the win! LMAO!
ReplyDelete16 for the win.
ReplyDeleteI don't get it
DeleteRoland, he hasn't stolen anything in a week so he's turning white.
DeleteAs a chronic pain patient, #19 got me guffawing.
ReplyDeleteAnd the one about the seat warmers for back pain.
Blue Tile Spook
#20 the best, has won hands down. Thanks for making me laugh Ken, I really need it.
ReplyDelete#3 come see me. It'll be a loong time before you'll have to worry about it again
ReplyDeleteDo your stats show an uptick of traffic in the afternoon? If so, that is me. I LIVE for your FB posts, and I check all the time. I've got the wife doing the same. Thanks Ken!
ReplyDeleteYou are a Jedi Master of facespook. Ohio Guy
ReplyDelete#16 is the all time win. Would love to see that posted by someone on FB every day. And, would love to buy the lady a drink. Thanks, Kenny.
ReplyDeleteRichard in Colorado
#12 should be 'daughter' instead of sister.
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