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Happy Fucking Halloween.
Trick or Treat. Guess it's trick.
The van's dead. Again. Do I have a big fucking target
painted on it?
Got woken up at 2am to my doorbell ringing. Answered the door
to my neighbor Irving (thank god for nosy neighbors.) Who told me "You were hit." What?!? "You were hit."
No kidding I was hit. I was parked on the side behind the shadow to give room in the driveway for Halloween Trick or Treaters. He came around so fast that he knocked my van *SIDEWAYS*. We were talking to Irv, who thought it was a maroon type older car.. Dad and I drove around, following the lovely trail of anti-freeze he left since he killed his radiator. It went up the street to the new houses, and in behind. Dad thought he drove through the field and so we drove around trying to pick up his trail. We didn't really see anything, though, and went home. By the time we got home, the nice lady-cop showed up. but as we were standing there, I found pieces of *blue* plastic. Through talking with Irv, we figured it was an older full-size car. And while the cop was sitting with us, she got a report of another car accident a couple blocks away by *a blue car*. Putting two and two together, I was suddenly hit with inspiration. The guy up the street who drives the old POS 4 door blue Olds Cutlass. The other accident report had seen it, and knew it was a black person. And as it turns out, was the apartment of the brother of the kid who lives up the street. Apparently this kid has had problems before, a bit of a troublemaker, and the cop talked with the parents.
So we know who did it.
We hypothesize that he was going somewhere.. and hit the other car. He might have been drunk or stoned. He probably freaked out. Headed to his parents' house like a bat out of hell, and came through the subdivision. At the corner in front of our house, he missed the turn, swung wide into our driveway and *bam* Add another hit-and-run to the list. But he can't be too far, because he killed his radiator. The cops are giving him some time to turn himself in (he may be drunk as well) but in the meantime, my van's fucked, My sleep is fucked, and I probably can't take any time off from work. And of course, I'm without a vehicle again.
What makes this worse is that we just got it *FIXED*. And well, I feel so special.. the new red fender is fine. He killed the *other* fender. And the back. Maybe Eris didn't think she did a good enough job the first time. Either I'm paying for a massive dose of bad karma, or I'm wracking up some major major good karma somewhere.
Normally you don't park cars at RIGHT ANGLES to each other.
Well, this is what killed it. The front's fixable. But once you've been hit in the quarter panel, kiss it goodbye. I mean, what's the insurance gonna do? Total it *again*? Oh yeah, and you'll notice there's no rear window. He hit the van so hard the window fell out. Fortunately the glass is intact.
This is a closeup of the front. He hit me so hard that my front drivers' side is killed from hitting my mom's Dodge Shadow. Dunno if you can see it, but he *embedded* my plastic headlight lens into the bumper of mom's car.
Evidence! Tire marks and anti-freeze as he peeled out trying to get away..
Trick or Treat. Guess it's trick.
The van's dead. Again. Do I have a big fucking target
painted on it?
Got woken up at 2am to my doorbell ringing. Answered the door
to my neighbor Irving (thank god for nosy neighbors.) Who told me "You were hit." What?!? "You were hit."
No kidding I was hit. I was parked on the side behind the shadow to give room in the driveway for Halloween Trick or Treaters. He came around so fast that he knocked my van *SIDEWAYS*. We were talking to Irv, who thought it was a maroon type older car.. Dad and I drove around, following the lovely trail of anti-freeze he left since he killed his radiator. It went up the street to the new houses, and in behind. Dad thought he drove through the field and so we drove around trying to pick up his trail. We didn't really see anything, though, and went home. By the time we got home, the nice lady-cop showed up. but as we were standing there, I found pieces of *blue* plastic. Through talking with Irv, we figured it was an older full-size car. And while the cop was sitting with us, she got a report of another car accident a couple blocks away by *a blue car*. Putting two and two together, I was suddenly hit with inspiration. The guy up the street who drives the old POS 4 door blue Olds Cutlass. The other accident report had seen it, and knew it was a black person. And as it turns out, was the apartment of the brother of the kid who lives up the street. Apparently this kid has had problems before, a bit of a troublemaker, and the cop talked with the parents.
So we know who did it.
We hypothesize that he was going somewhere.. and hit the other car. He might have been drunk or stoned. He probably freaked out. Headed to his parents' house like a bat out of hell, and came through the subdivision. At the corner in front of our house, he missed the turn, swung wide into our driveway and *bam* Add another hit-and-run to the list. But he can't be too far, because he killed his radiator. The cops are giving him some time to turn himself in (he may be drunk as well) but in the meantime, my van's fucked, My sleep is fucked, and I probably can't take any time off from work. And of course, I'm without a vehicle again.
What makes this worse is that we just got it *FIXED*. And well, I feel so special.. the new red fender is fine. He killed the *other* fender. And the back. Maybe Eris didn't think she did a good enough job the first time. Either I'm paying for a massive dose of bad karma, or I'm wracking up some major major good karma somewhere.
Normally you don't park cars at RIGHT ANGLES to each other.
Well, this is what killed it. The front's fixable. But once you've been hit in the quarter panel, kiss it goodbye. I mean, what's the insurance gonna do? Total it *again*? Oh yeah, and you'll notice there's no rear window. He hit the van so hard the window fell out. Fortunately the glass is intact.
This is a closeup of the front. He hit me so hard that my front drivers' side is killed from hitting my mom's Dodge Shadow. Dunno if you can see it, but he *embedded* my plastic headlight lens into the bumper of mom's car.
Evidence! Tire marks and anti-freeze as he peeled out trying to get away..
