"I didn't care for that car anyway", said the fox
The easiest way to describe what happened to us this afternoon is:
we were in the right lane of Baum Blvd, a four-lane "25mph" (yeah right)
road, when we were hit by oncoming traffic. Um, right. No bones are broken
and there was no blood, but lots and lots of muscles are rebelling against
both of us, some of which waited a few hours to make their complaints
known. Tomorrow will not be fun, I suspect. And just in case there was
any doubt, yes, airbags can inflict bruises. (Dani, who was driving, said
he didn't notice any impact from his airbag. I most definitely did from mine, but
then would expect that in the death seat.)
This should be a no-brainer as far as fault is concerned, though it may be complicated some because the person who hit us said he had to swerve to dodge someone else, and that driver also stopped for the police report. I don't know if that's true or not, but either way it shouldn't be our problem; not only was he in our lane but he crossed another lane of oncoming traffic to get there. But Dani hadn't been planning to replace that car just yet, and the odds are pretty good that it was totaled. (The tow-truck driver offered that opinion, though of course he doesn't make the call in the end.)
I've never seen an airbag go off before and was a little surprised by it. One moment some idiot was barreling right toward us and the next I was sitting in a cloud of smoke wondering how in the world our engine could be on fire (that being the only explanation for smoke that then came to mind). Once I was willing to move at all I had to grope around quite a bit to find my glasses (I was unwilling to open the door or move my feet much until I found them). Fortunately they seem undamaged. We found Dani's glasses in the back seat. Yup, airbags pack a punch, but it beats the alternative.
Auto glass is amazing stuff. The windshield was completely shattered (tiny little pieces), but held entirely in place.
This should be a no-brainer as far as fault is concerned, though it may be complicated some because the person who hit us said he had to swerve to dodge someone else, and that driver also stopped for the police report. I don't know if that's true or not, but either way it shouldn't be our problem; not only was he in our lane but he crossed another lane of oncoming traffic to get there. But Dani hadn't been planning to replace that car just yet, and the odds are pretty good that it was totaled. (The tow-truck driver offered that opinion, though of course he doesn't make the call in the end.)
I've never seen an airbag go off before and was a little surprised by it. One moment some idiot was barreling right toward us and the next I was sitting in a cloud of smoke wondering how in the world our engine could be on fire (that being the only explanation for smoke that then came to mind). Once I was willing to move at all I had to grope around quite a bit to find my glasses (I was unwilling to open the door or move my feet much until I found them). Fortunately they seem undamaged. We found Dani's glasses in the back seat. Yup, airbags pack a punch, but it beats the alternative.
Auto glass is amazing stuff. The windshield was completely shattered (tiny little pieces), but held entirely in place.