Hit and Run? A Recollection.

So, while on Google+ today I saw a story from Linda Lawrey about a fender-bender she was in recently. Which got me thinking about my very first fender-bender.

 When i was 16 I had to drive my Dad's car back from where it was. I was having a severe case of afternoon sleepy-time and was barely awake. There was a truck (Ford F150, I think) that was blocking the driveway of where the car was parked and I tried to make it around the truck. Being inexperienced and tired I misjudged and ended up hitting his bumper.

No damage to his truck but a dents and some paint scraping to my dad's car.

I got out of the car, checked the damage and the owner of the truck came around and looked, too. He said he felt back for me since his truck wasn't damaged and the car was. I asked him if he wanted to exchange information and he said no because he suffered no damage -- it was all on the vehicle I was driving.

Fair enough.

I got home parked the car and went to take a nap. I called my dad when I woke up and told him what had happened.

A few days later his wife (otherwise known as super-bitch) is screaming and yelling because the owner of the truck had called saying that I hit and ran him and his entire truck was damaged. So, naturally I was wrong. In this woman's eyes, no matter how things play out, I'm always wrong. No one asked me again what had happened or let me see the damage.

So, somehow, during my 2 to 3 MPH maneuvering around a parked full-sized truck while in a sedan I totalled the other vehicle. Not scratched the paint, but enough damage to replace the rear fender.

I never saw a picture of the supposed damage. I was never allowed to talk to to guy and I was never given a chance to make a statement. I was never a participant in the follow-up.

This was 20 years ago (damn, I keep getting old) and I still remember it. Another time when I was wrong, when I lied, when I tried to be underhanded and unethical. You know, things I've never really done in my life. 
No damage to his truck but a dents and some paint scraping to my dad's car. 
I got out of the car, checked the damage and the owner of the truck came around and looked, too. He said he felt back for me since his truck wasn't damaged and the car was. I asked him if he wanted to exchange information and he said no because he suffered no damage -- it was all on the vehicle I was driving.

Fair enough.

I got home parked the car and went to take a nap. I called my dad when I woke up and told him what had happened. 

A few days later his wife (otherwise known as super-bitch) is screaming and yelling because the owner of the truck had called saying that I hit and ran him and his entire truck was damaged. So, naturally I was wrong. In this woman's eyes, no matter how things play out, I'm always wrong. No one asked me again what had happened or let me see the damage.
So, somehow, during my 2 to 3 MPH maneuvering around a parked full-sized truck while in a sedan I totalled the other vehicle. Not scratched the paint, but enough damage to replace the rear fender.
I never saw a picture of the supposed damage. I was never allowed to talk to to guy and I was never given a chance to make a statement. I was never a participant in the follow-up.
This was 20 years ago (damn, I keep getting old) and I still remember it. Another time when I was wrong, when I lied, when I tried to be underhanded and unethical. You know, things I've never really done in my life. 

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I've been in a few fender-bender's since that day. Two were my fault, one was the fault of traffic (I was hit from behind and pushed into the car in front of me which I still got a ticket for, believe it or not) and a couple were not my fault. And to this day, this is still the only accident where I have been accused of something I didn't do.