My Poor Black Betty
I give you pictures of my poor car's busted left ass cheek. I have to bring her to the collision department Wednesday evening and leave here there until they get her fixed.
Cracked Bumper
Fender Damage
Cracked Bumper and Paint transfer
I had to explain the whole story to my insurance agent and let me tell you, I didn't enjoy standing out in the cold for the half hour that took. I was stopped at a stop sign waiting for traffic to get out of my way so I could make a left hand turn. Now, the intersection I was sitting at is around a slight curve and has a bit of hill to it. If you're driving the right speed for the conditions, it's not a problem to stop. Case in point, my little car with the slightly bald tires didn't have an issue. He just came around the corner too quick, hit his brakes when he saw me stopped there and slid past me on the driver's side.
At that point, there was no contact made between the two of us and had he just driven off, I would have vented about his poor driving and that would be that. But no, he decided to be nice and back up so that I could go first since I had been sitting there. Only problem was, he gunned it and there wasn't enough traction to keep him from slamming into Betty's ass.
So yeah, it's not a lot of damage, but it's going to cost more to fix than the twenty dollar bill he offered me when I first got out of my car. I'm sorry, but just because I'm a girl doesn't make me a dumbass when it comes to cars. I got his insurance info and that was the end of it. Yes, I should have called the State Police to get further documentation in regards to what happened, but it happened at a busy intersection (it's one of the main interstate interchanges) and I didn't want to wait for the Troopers to get there and get hit by someone else and make things exponentially worse.
Cracked Bumper
Fender Damage
Cracked Bumper and Paint transfer
I had to explain the whole story to my insurance agent and let me tell you, I didn't enjoy standing out in the cold for the half hour that took. I was stopped at a stop sign waiting for traffic to get out of my way so I could make a left hand turn. Now, the intersection I was sitting at is around a slight curve and has a bit of hill to it. If you're driving the right speed for the conditions, it's not a problem to stop. Case in point, my little car with the slightly bald tires didn't have an issue. He just came around the corner too quick, hit his brakes when he saw me stopped there and slid past me on the driver's side.
At that point, there was no contact made between the two of us and had he just driven off, I would have vented about his poor driving and that would be that. But no, he decided to be nice and back up so that I could go first since I had been sitting there. Only problem was, he gunned it and there wasn't enough traction to keep him from slamming into Betty's ass.
So yeah, it's not a lot of damage, but it's going to cost more to fix than the twenty dollar bill he offered me when I first got out of my car. I'm sorry, but just because I'm a girl doesn't make me a dumbass when it comes to cars. I got his insurance info and that was the end of it. Yes, I should have called the State Police to get further documentation in regards to what happened, but it happened at a busy intersection (it's one of the main interstate interchanges) and I didn't want to wait for the Troopers to get there and get hit by someone else and make things exponentially worse.