Bad, Sad Day For The Geekmobile
It was impossible to stop.
Impact was all but assured when the young woman jerked her just purchased SUV out of the alley and into the street about a hundred feet directly in front of my vehicle that was innocently motoring down a street in the Edison Park neighborhood.
Screeching, skidding, shrieking tires from desperate brakes would not change the crumpled destiny that awaited the front end of my 1999 Toyota Camry.
No. No airbags deployed. No one hurt. Very good news.
“Didn’t you hear me honk before I pulled out of the alley?”, the young lady asked, with the seeming implication it was my fault she decided to pull into traffic without looking. As if honking her horn somehow justified her car’s appearance in the middle of the street with oncoming traffic and released her from any responsibility.
“Uh…,” I retorted brilliantly, somewhat shocked by her utterance.
“I believe I had the right of way,” I finally sputtered, trying to stifle the seething anger from her inane query.
Cops finally arrived, took our statements, but issued no tickets despite the position of our vehicles, the laws of physics and the rules of the road.
From the insurance company point of view, the car is totaled.
A sad day.