Just Involved In Another Car Accident
This time I wasn't driving.
Dalia and I had left Joel's birthday party and driven back to her place. She was tired, we hugged goodnight, and she went in to sleep while I drove home.
I got home and my friend Chad called me up, "Hey, Jen...what're you doing? Oh yeah? We just left the bar, Kevin's driving because I'm a little drunk."
I told them to come pick me up if they were gonna stay out, otherwise I was going to bed. They got there, we went driving out to Newport Beach and chatted and finally drove back towards home.
At the 17th St. exit, we stopped for the red light and tried to decide whether we were going to drop off Kevin or me first. Right or Left. It turned green before we had decided, so I finally just said, "Take me home first." Left.
We started to turn left, and this little green Honda comes flying through the intersection. Kevin slams on the breaks, but the Honda clips the front of Chad's car and that sends him spinning. He hits the cement island, nearly tips over, and finally comes to rest on the right side of the road, facing the opposite direction of traffic.
We're sitting in shock, watching this all happen. Their light is still red, ours is still green. We're watching it spin uncontrollably while their light is still glaringly red. What color the lights are is just one of those things you check...incredulously...to make sure that you were in the right. And he had so CLEARLY ran the red that we just sat for a moment in the intersection.
"Wait, did we just get into an accident?" Chad asked from the back seat in a voice that sounded as if it was accusing someone of a dirty rotten prank, "We didn't, did we?" What's funny is: the Honda was in the midst of spinning to a stop and Chad still sounded unsure. Had I not been sitting in the front seat and seen the car clip the front, I probably would have asked the same thing in the same tone. It almost seemed like the Honda had just hit the island and caused its own accident. We hardly felt the jolt of impact.
Kevin turned off the car as the Honda was spinning, but I told him to get out of the intersection and pull into the parking lot in front of us. By the time we'd exited the car, there was a Sheriff pulled up behind the little green Honda. He called up the Tustin Police and waited for them to arrive.
The front bumper was majorly scratched up, and Chad said that the hood was misaligned, but overall, his car can take a great beating!
We got the number of a couple of witnesses (they didn't see the lights, only the car spinning) and exchanged information with the other car through the police officer, but we never actually got to talk to the Honda passengers or see them up close. We parked across the street from them and used the police officer as a liaison.
Fortunately, no one was hurt. Unfortunately, they claimed that they had a green light and we had a red. Bullshit. Who turns left off a freeway exit with a red light?
I feel so bad for Chad! Now he has to deal with all this crap...
Okay, I'll fill in details tomorrow - I'm deadly tired! Good night!!!
Dalia and I had left Joel's birthday party and driven back to her place. She was tired, we hugged goodnight, and she went in to sleep while I drove home.
I got home and my friend Chad called me up, "Hey, Jen...what're you doing? Oh yeah? We just left the bar, Kevin's driving because I'm a little drunk."
I told them to come pick me up if they were gonna stay out, otherwise I was going to bed. They got there, we went driving out to Newport Beach and chatted and finally drove back towards home.
At the 17th St. exit, we stopped for the red light and tried to decide whether we were going to drop off Kevin or me first. Right or Left. It turned green before we had decided, so I finally just said, "Take me home first." Left.
We started to turn left, and this little green Honda comes flying through the intersection. Kevin slams on the breaks, but the Honda clips the front of Chad's car and that sends him spinning. He hits the cement island, nearly tips over, and finally comes to rest on the right side of the road, facing the opposite direction of traffic.
We're sitting in shock, watching this all happen. Their light is still red, ours is still green. We're watching it spin uncontrollably while their light is still glaringly red. What color the lights are is just one of those things you check...incredulously...to make sure that you were in the right. And he had so CLEARLY ran the red that we just sat for a moment in the intersection.
"Wait, did we just get into an accident?" Chad asked from the back seat in a voice that sounded as if it was accusing someone of a dirty rotten prank, "We didn't, did we?" What's funny is: the Honda was in the midst of spinning to a stop and Chad still sounded unsure. Had I not been sitting in the front seat and seen the car clip the front, I probably would have asked the same thing in the same tone. It almost seemed like the Honda had just hit the island and caused its own accident. We hardly felt the jolt of impact.
Kevin turned off the car as the Honda was spinning, but I told him to get out of the intersection and pull into the parking lot in front of us. By the time we'd exited the car, there was a Sheriff pulled up behind the little green Honda. He called up the Tustin Police and waited for them to arrive.
The front bumper was majorly scratched up, and Chad said that the hood was misaligned, but overall, his car can take a great beating!
We got the number of a couple of witnesses (they didn't see the lights, only the car spinning) and exchanged information with the other car through the police officer, but we never actually got to talk to the Honda passengers or see them up close. We parked across the street from them and used the police officer as a liaison.
Fortunately, no one was hurt. Unfortunately, they claimed that they had a green light and we had a red. Bullshit. Who turns left off a freeway exit with a red light?
I feel so bad for Chad! Now he has to deal with all this crap...
Okay, I'll fill in details tomorrow - I'm deadly tired! Good night!!!