First car accident!

[Professor Smooth]

Well, that didn't take long.

I have a job interview tomorrow in Chicago, so I left for the city this evening. All evidence points to me not being completely used to the size of my vehicle. Thanks in part to this, and in part to me being a new driver, and in another part to just plain bad luck, I wound up scraping another car in the city. The damage was, thankfully, minimal. A scratch that can easily be buffed out down the passenger door, a less-easily fixed scratch on the rims of the car, and the loss of a few letters on of the embossed car name. Oh, and a very minor crack in the passenger side headlight.

Now, here are some items that make this interesting.

My girlfriend is moving to Japan in two weeks. So I'm moving a bunch of her stuff from our place to her mother's for storage. There were several large boxes with her novelty "pimp hat" easily seen perched atop them. The hat matches the car.

Keep this in mind.

I pull over and he pulls up behind me. I'm alright. He's alright. He has a look about him that made his occupation VERY clear: Drug Dealer. Yep. For my first accident, I sideswiped a ****ing drug dealer.

He didn't even try to hide it.

Hey man? What happened? He asked.

Under the terms of my insurance (which I'm SO glad I bought right about now), I can't admit guilt, even though I'm OBVIOUSLY GUILTY HERE, so I just said, "I don't know."

He looks at my car. A maroon Lincoln Presidential with a matching PIMP HAT in the back seat and a scared looking woman in the passenger side.

Look man? This is a dealer's car, so I don't know what you want to do. I gotta call him.

I'm dead. I hit a drug dealer. I'm so dead.

The guy had an accent. Very obvious Mexican accent. Now, I'm not saying that all Mexicans are illegal, but I'm starting to think that I might be able to get out of this.

I'm new to the whole driving thing, but I'm pretty sure that a drug dealing possible illegal immigrant isn't going to want to involve the law in this. Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get my ass kicked if not outright shot by the guy.

He comes back over, looks at the hat, looks at me, looks at the woman, and says, "Uh...I'm cool if you're cool."

I'm cool. I say.

Alright. Well, sorry about this and take care then.

We shake hands, the guy drives off, I have a few minor scratches on a car that I paid very very little for. My insurance hasn't been notified. The cops weren't called. The guy waiting somewhere doesn't have to go without his drugs.

All in all, my first car accident was pretty memorable.

[sprunkner]

That's a great story. Last time I hit someone, the guy wouldn't even wait for the insurance. He demanded that I produce four hundred bucks right there.

[Obfleur]

Hah, awesome story Smooth!

[saysadie]

You're assuming a lot But it makes a good story!...

I want a pimp hat.

[Obfleur]

[spiderfrommars]

Cool story.

In the week after I passed my test I...

1) Scraped another guy's car in a car park. Even though I offered to pay for the damage he went mental at me and then said never mind. He was about 80.

2) Got stopped by the police for driving too slow! They actually pursued me for quite a few blocks but I didn't pull over as I thought they can't have been after me! Got a right bollocking from the policeman and then told to get lost.

[Best First]

i look forwrd to this day...

[Shanti418]

Bastard cars. My car's starter broke a few weeks ago. I took it in to the shop, and after I got it back with a new starter for $240, the second time I drove it, I was on the highway and it started smoking.
My friends had to get out the car and we pushed it off to the side, and when I opened the hood, the damn thing was on fire. There was fire on the bottom of my engine, and it was licking all around the side of an engine, just as if it was a log on fire.
Luckily, one of my friends who was in the car was just previously thirsty, so we all had beverages, which we proceeded to dump onto the flames.
Alas, still wasn't good enough, so we had to call the Fire Department, and they had to come out and put the HOSE to it. And I had just gotten this car back!
Now, I'm embroiled in dealing with the insurance companies and red tape, which is going extremely slow.
So what do I drive until then? Well, I have an ex girlfriend who, once upon a time, was arrested for DWI, and I was the one who bailed her out, got her car out of the impound lot (even though it was wrecked), etc. So she wants to help me, and so I went with her to Dallas to borrow her dad's "favorite" car, from parents who I had NEVER met before, even though we had gone out off and on for a few years.
Quite the weird trip that was. But now I have a car I'm borrowing while my car sits in front of my house.

The sad thing? That's no where near my worst car story.

Try being in a van full of your friends going on a skiing trip, and when it's your turn to drive, you accidentally put the car in overdrive, and proceed to go down the highway @ 100mph. 30 minutes later, there's pieces of metal and black smoke shooting out the exhaust pipe, and I've effectively killed the car. And where are we at this point? Pecos, TX, a small bumf*** of a town in West Texas where there were more boarded up buildings than anything else.

Long story short, we eventually got to skiing and got the van fixed, but it involved:
-My friend lying to cover my ass to his rich dad, who fixed his van
-Us sitting around a Wal Mart parking lot for 8 hours trying to amuse ourselves with cards and kites while one of our OTHER friends came back from where we were going to pick us up (since it was going to be a couple days before the van got fixed), and
-7 of us trying to fit in a four door car. (2 in front, 4 in the back, and one poor soul (yours truly) stretched out in the footwells in the back. )