By the light of day, I realize that what I’ve written up below was my second car accident; the first happened on the first night I went out driving with my dad, the day I received my learner’s license in Middle School. The similarities to this case are a bit surprising: it was also 100% the other guy’s fault, and it happened in an empty place. (A mall parking lot, after the mall had closed: he reversed into our car without even turning on his lights. Somehow, I spent years hearing this was my fault from my mom, in contradiction of law, insurance policy, and common sense alike. It’s actually a big part of why I never got around to really learning to drive until last year.)
Anyway… ancient history. But it’s funny that the only two accidents I’ve ever had were in nearly empty locations, and were both the other guy’s fault.
I’m running behind on everything the past few days. Among the reasons, is the fact I was involved in a car accident last night.
Attention conservation notice for the busy: nobody was hurt, no serious damage (to my car anyway), and I’m happy to say it was 100% not my fault. (The insurance people agree.)
Basically, the other guy wasn’t looking where he was going, while pulling out of a blind alley onto a major road. At 2am, while it was empty, sure, but he could have at last glanced at the road for oncoming traffic.
Oh, and also: it’s really, really cold outside at night here these days.
Gory details, you want ’em? Okay, I got ’em for you…