So here's what happened with my car:
Kyla was driving, and we got off the interstate to get some gas. She stopped at the bottom of the ramp. We had a red light but there was a lane merging to the right that just had a yield. She stopped, and then pulled forward to see better. There was a big semi that just got a green light as had started moving, so of course Kyla wasn't going to pull out in front of it. BOOM. Kyla got real panicky and starts asking what happened and if she did something wrong (let me reiterate that she did not), I was very calm and told her to pull over and stop and calm down. And that was that. The guy who hit us seemed really nice. He thought she was going to go and then couldn't stop in time. The pavement was wet, and that didn't help. It was just an accident.
As for my car, you saw the picture here, bad as it is. The trunk got bent up pretty bad, the plastic bumper was cut up, the metal behind the bumper was bashed in pretty bad, the right tail light was busted (the lens, not the bulbs). The fenders both looked okay, but what the hell do I know?
I also had a bunch of stuff in my trunk that I hadn't finished moving. Maybe that helped absorb some of the blow. No damage was evident in that stuff (and Kyla was very kind to help me carry it up to my apartment in the rain when I got home.
So I'm taking my car to the auto body place at noon and getting a rental car. I'll have to pay my sizable deductible out of pocket as well as the rental car, but both of those can be reimbursed from the other driver's insurance if he's determined to be at fault, which he had damn well better be. Damn Well Better Be is also the title of my new solo album. The claims adjuster I talked to (who sounds cute and young and all) said we could "foresue" them, but I don't know what that means. Maybe I heard her wrong.
Kyla was driving, and we got off the interstate to get some gas. She stopped at the bottom of the ramp. We had a red light but there was a lane merging to the right that just had a yield. She stopped, and then pulled forward to see better. There was a big semi that just got a green light as had started moving, so of course Kyla wasn't going to pull out in front of it. BOOM. Kyla got real panicky and starts asking what happened and if she did something wrong (let me reiterate that she did not), I was very calm and told her to pull over and stop and calm down. And that was that. The guy who hit us seemed really nice. He thought she was going to go and then couldn't stop in time. The pavement was wet, and that didn't help. It was just an accident.
As for my car, you saw the picture here, bad as it is. The trunk got bent up pretty bad, the plastic bumper was cut up, the metal behind the bumper was bashed in pretty bad, the right tail light was busted (the lens, not the bulbs). The fenders both looked okay, but what the hell do I know?
I also had a bunch of stuff in my trunk that I hadn't finished moving. Maybe that helped absorb some of the blow. No damage was evident in that stuff (and Kyla was very kind to help me carry it up to my apartment in the rain when I got home.
So I'm taking my car to the auto body place at noon and getting a rental car. I'll have to pay my sizable deductible out of pocket as well as the rental car, but both of those can be reimbursed from the other driver's insurance if he's determined to be at fault, which he had damn well better be. Damn Well Better Be is also the title of my new solo album. The claims adjuster I talked to (who sounds cute and young and all) said we could "foresue" them, but I don't know what that means. Maybe I heard her wrong.