My poor car!
So, yesterday morning I get up and ge dressed, wake up Lyric and tell her to get dressed as I have to take her to religion classes. I come into the spare room and I'm sitting here on the computer, checking my mail, facebook, etc. and I look up at the clock and think, we should leave in about 10 or 15 minutes.
Just then I hear a loud crash, I flip up the blinds and see that my car has been smashed into and there is a huge lincoln town car sitting on my curb strip!I run out of the room and begin running down the stairs calling out to Erin, someone hit our car! She joins me outside and we see that the back end of our car is wrecked. Trunk is destroyed, bumper is destroyed, huge gash in the passenger side door. And our curbstrip is totaly torn up and muddy. We see that there is another car in the middle of the street with its front end all smashed to hell.
A woman climbs out of the back of the lincoln which I now see is a car service car bleeding from her face. Then a woman get's out of the driver's side, she is in pajammas and barefoot! She is begging for a phone to call her husband. At this point the driver of the other car gets out, a young med student, and proceeds to tell me what happened.
He was going down 82 Avenue heading towards the Cross Island when the lincoln blew the stop sign on the corner of 250th and 82nd going at least 50 as he slammed into it, it proceeded forward and slammed into my curbstrip and car. The trunk of the lincoln had flown open and all the contents flew out. I could see that it was the tire iron that flew out and smashed my door. The spare tire flew out and destroyed the railrooad ties that are around my house and leaned against my brickwork.
An ambulance arrives and takes care of the bleeding woman. The barefoot pajamma wearer begs Erin "please beg your husband not to go through insurance, please" and Erin just walks away from her. The med student's brother arrives, he's an off duty cop and he and I speak about what happened. The med student's mother was also in the car and she is having chest and neck pain. Med student thinks he fractured his hand.
The people that I assume own the lincoln arrive, there are three of them, they do not address me, they just mill around my lawn. They don't even bother to pick up all the credit card receipts that are blowing all over the place. A friend of theirs is standing on my front lawn and spits the hugest goober I have ever seen on my lawn! I have been RELATIVELY calm up until this point. I got right in his face at this moment. Did you just spit on my law? Oh, this is your house? Yes, and you just spit on my lawn! Get the FUCK off my lawn! Isn't it enough that you smashed my car, ruined my curb strip, now you spit on my lawn! No respect, get the fuck off my damn lawn! He then scurries off my lawn as do his posse.
The cops take my registration and insurance info and assure me that these people will have to pay for everything. They also tell me the driver of the lincoln only had a learner's permit! And she was driving a livery car! Eventually between EMS and tow trucks all the people and vehicles were carted off.
The guy from the auto body shop tells me not to worry, my car isn't totaled, everything can be replaced. But I will be without it for about a week. On Monday Erin and I will go to Enterprise to get the rental that my insurance will pay for.
In the end I'm just glad that it happened when it did. Ten or fifteen minutes later and Lyric and I would have been getting into that car. And I don't even want to think about what would have been had that happened. My little girl and I are OK and that is all that matters.
I'll be posting some photos on facebook and my space for everyone to see.
Just then I hear a loud crash, I flip up the blinds and see that my car has been smashed into and there is a huge lincoln town car sitting on my curb strip!I run out of the room and begin running down the stairs calling out to Erin, someone hit our car! She joins me outside and we see that the back end of our car is wrecked. Trunk is destroyed, bumper is destroyed, huge gash in the passenger side door. And our curbstrip is totaly torn up and muddy. We see that there is another car in the middle of the street with its front end all smashed to hell.
A woman climbs out of the back of the lincoln which I now see is a car service car bleeding from her face. Then a woman get's out of the driver's side, she is in pajammas and barefoot! She is begging for a phone to call her husband. At this point the driver of the other car gets out, a young med student, and proceeds to tell me what happened.
He was going down 82 Avenue heading towards the Cross Island when the lincoln blew the stop sign on the corner of 250th and 82nd going at least 50 as he slammed into it, it proceeded forward and slammed into my curbstrip and car. The trunk of the lincoln had flown open and all the contents flew out. I could see that it was the tire iron that flew out and smashed my door. The spare tire flew out and destroyed the railrooad ties that are around my house and leaned against my brickwork.
An ambulance arrives and takes care of the bleeding woman. The barefoot pajamma wearer begs Erin "please beg your husband not to go through insurance, please" and Erin just walks away from her. The med student's brother arrives, he's an off duty cop and he and I speak about what happened. The med student's mother was also in the car and she is having chest and neck pain. Med student thinks he fractured his hand.
The people that I assume own the lincoln arrive, there are three of them, they do not address me, they just mill around my lawn. They don't even bother to pick up all the credit card receipts that are blowing all over the place. A friend of theirs is standing on my front lawn and spits the hugest goober I have ever seen on my lawn! I have been RELATIVELY calm up until this point. I got right in his face at this moment. Did you just spit on my law? Oh, this is your house? Yes, and you just spit on my lawn! Get the FUCK off my lawn! Isn't it enough that you smashed my car, ruined my curb strip, now you spit on my lawn! No respect, get the fuck off my damn lawn! He then scurries off my lawn as do his posse.
The cops take my registration and insurance info and assure me that these people will have to pay for everything. They also tell me the driver of the lincoln only had a learner's permit! And she was driving a livery car! Eventually between EMS and tow trucks all the people and vehicles were carted off.
The guy from the auto body shop tells me not to worry, my car isn't totaled, everything can be replaced. But I will be without it for about a week. On Monday Erin and I will go to Enterprise to get the rental that my insurance will pay for.
In the end I'm just glad that it happened when it did. Ten or fifteen minutes later and Lyric and I would have been getting into that car. And I don't even want to think about what would have been had that happened. My little girl and I are OK and that is all that matters.
I'll be posting some photos on facebook and my space for everyone to see.