Hit & Run son of a (Expletive)!

[Talon]

I see I'm not the only one having a rough start to 2008.

Today was my day off. My dad needed my car for something or other earlier in the day. When he was done he left it on the curb, as I have done many times before, to leave room for the other car to get out. That was around 11:00am.

Some time between then and 4:20pm some jackass-wipe slammed into my car. No note under the wiper, they just took off. :burnup:

My car now has a nasty twisted gash covering the lower part of the left passenger-side door, just in front of the wheel. The wheel rim only got a slight scrape, but the door is jammed shut. Guess I should count myself lucky that the gas tank hatch wasn't also jammed.

Then again, screw luck, when has it ever been on my side? I've already had an accident last summer, someone who wasn't paying attention rear-ended me. I got away without getting premiums crammed up my tailpipe, but another scrape in less than a year? Forget that I wasn't even driving the car at the time, I know I'll not get away this time.

I might have a suspect. Just before 4:00 a postman drove by with a package for my dad. Parents spotted the damage just after that. But even if it was him, what good does that do me? I considered marching straight down to the collision center and reporting the damage to the cops, but my dad's worried that the insurance company will find out. I'm supposed to report this to the cops within 24 hours. But even if I don't make a claim, my premiums most likely still go up. So where does that leave me? Rock and the hardplace.

Wishing death upon another is not my style, but to the sleazeball hit & runner, you know who you are, I just have this to say: May your vehicle be stampeded upon by a herd of rabid dung-covered moose. May at least one of those moose take time to defficate in the back seat of your car, eat the contents of your briefcase, pee on your windscreen, and marry into your family. May all of the above occur on a freezing cold monday morning so the windshield freezes solid, and may the rest of your week go DOWNHILL from there!!!

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[wolfie]

In Ontario, a not-at-fault collision shouldn't affect your premiums. Getting rear-ended definitely is not-at-fault, and on this one you should be glad that the wheel rim was damaged, because it'll show that the car was stationary at the time (straight scrapes if not turning, curved if turning).

I'm also in Ontario, but my experience was back in the mid '90s, so YMMV. About a week after my car got rear-ended, the rental (long-term, so it was covered by my insurance, not the rental company's) got rear-ended. To top it off, the second rental got a "nudge" at a traffic light (barely enough to crack the paint on the bumper cover). My premiums weren't affected by any of this.

Definitely report this incident ASAP - a failure to report will make things worse if your insurance company finds out (they'll be thinking "why didn't he report it?". Also, there's the chance the other guy might report it as a hit-and-run (came out to his car in a mall parking lot, and the damage was there - a situation where the other car could reasonably be expected to be backing up, explaining the direction of relative travel).

[Gawdzillers]

That curse was awesome.
I loved the "Marry into your family" part.

[morgana]

[QUOTE=Talon;254976May your vehicle be stampeded upon by a herd of rabid dung-covered moose. May at least one of those moose take time to defficate in the back seat of your car, eat the contents of your briefcase, pee on your windscreen, and marry into your family. May all of the above occur on a freezing cold monday morning so the windshield freezes solid, and may the rest of your week go DOWNHILL from there!!![/QUOTE]

That's sweet, that is! Lovely wordsmithing.

[MadMike]

It sucks when someone hits you and keeps going. I know, it happened to me about two years ago, but I was driving when it happened. I was out with some friends at a bar, when we decided to check out another bar. Only one of us knew where it was, so she led the way with the rest of us following.

Maybe a quarter of a mile before we got there (not entirely sure where it happened, I don't even remember turning onto that road, funny how the mind sometimes blocks out scary events), some idiot came flying around the curve from the other direction, partway in our lane, almost hitting the cars in front of me. Just my luck, he did hit me. I didn't become aware of it all at once, it was kind of like slowly waking up from a dream. I heard what sounded like an explosion, and felt something pelting the left side of my face. That "something" turned out to be the window glass, because he clipped my side mirror and sen it flying thru the window. A metal claw-shaped piece apparently flew by my head and ended up in the passenger seat. I am so lucky that did not hit me, and also lucky that no one was riding with me, or it might have hit them.

I remember pulling off to the side, and laying into the horn as I did so, to let the others know what happened. Then I tried to get out, and found that the driver door would no longer open. I ended up having to get out "Dukes of Hazzard" style. Apparently I also texted my one friend who wasn't able to make it out that night, telling her "I think someone hit me", but I don't remember doing that either.

My friends kept me relatively calm (not an easy thing after seeing the damage to my car, and that was even before I realized the damage to myself), and we waited a few minutes to see if the other guy would come back. He did not. The last thing I wanted to do was get back in the car at that point, but they eventually persuaded me, telling me that it wasn't safe to stay where we were, since there was no shoulder of any kind, and that the bar was nearby and had a nice huge parking lot.

When we got there, my friends called the police for me, since I was freaking out too bad to do it myself. At some point, I left my supervisor a voicemail telling her I wouldn't be able to come in tomorrow because "someone fucking hit me." The last time I had been in an accident, the adrenaline rush prevented me from falling asleep until the next morning, and I was also sure that this latest accident would trigger one of my migraines. Turned out I was right on both counts.

The police took my information, and an ambulance crew also came out to check me over and clean my face up. They pulled about six pieces of glass out of my left ear. I also had quite a bit of it in my pants. No idea how that happened.

They never did catch the asshole, even after one of my friends spotted a pickup truck in a nearby town with extensive damage to the driver side. I'm not sure what pisses me off more -- the fact that he got away with it, or the fact that I could have been lying there dead and he wouldn't have cared.

:pissed:

[Talon]

Mike I remember when you posted that sordid tale. Pretty sick stuff. I'll bet you could come up with a far more colourfully slanderous curse than mine.

As for my curse, sadly I can't claim original credit for it. It's a slightly modified version of one from an old comedy sketch from the Royal Canadian Air Farce, back in the days when the show was still funny.

As for reporting to the cops, turns out that I can't do it. Only the last person to drive the car is allowed to do the reporting, and that was my dad who put the car on the curb. He doesn't see any point, as there's zero chance of catching the hit & run wanker. I'm not mad at him, not like I haven't left my car on the curb before.

I'll be taking the car in for a damage report today. That should be fun :rolleyes: