SO...there I was, minding my own business, stopped at a stop sign, waiting for an opening in the traffic, on a gray, rainy, BLAMMO!!!!!
WTF?
Apparently, the three guys in the Toyota Tercel behind me decided that stopping was a waste of time. Why use up valuable brake pads when you can just hit the rare Vehicross right in front of you?
I jumped out of the car, all pissed off that someone just killed my Ebony Beauty. One look at the Tercel scared me: the front end was smashed; probably totalled. I nervously turned to look at the damage to my VX. I looked, then looked again. Where the heck did they hit me?!?
Turns out, the 3" lift I did last year probably saved my bacon. There's a tiny ding in the plate that protects the fuel tank, and a tiny scratch on the cladding just above it. You seriously cannot see any damage unless you really look for it. The other guy completely submarined underneath the VX.
Toyota Tercels of the world, I laugh at thee.
On a more serious note: My back and neck really hurt for a couple of days. Thankfully, the driver of the Tercel had insurance. At least, that's what he told the cops who showed up ALMOST FOUR HOURS AFTER I CALLED 911. I drove away angry and in pain, but secure in the knowledge that the other guy had insurance.
Until today, that is. My insurance called State Farm to get the other guy's information, and strangely, he doesn't seem to be in their records. I'm stunned! I had no idea that somebody would actually lie to cops about being insured, and then drive away without any consequences.
I should try that some time. I'd save a ton on automobile insurance that way! More than Geico's 15%, for sure.
Happy ending: I felt so bad for my VX that I took her in to the best detail shoppe in Seattle. She looks like new...except for the battle scar near the gas tank. I've never seen her look so good.
