I got rear-ended this morning.
The car seems fine and I seem fine (other than a metric asston of adrenaline coursing through my system), but, wow. That’s my first accident in the Miata. One of my recent accidents was with a motorcycle, but thankfully the guy was OK, I didn’t get hurt, the guys bike on the other hand got smashed, he was freaking out and at the end it wasn’t my fault, so I just tried to make him feel a little better by helping him, thankfully he had his motorbike insurance so he was covered and everything was ok.
But the second time I’ve been rear-ended (as a driver). It’s such a helpless feeling, to see them coming in the mirror and there’s NOTHING you can do.
I was at a four-way stop, preparing to turn right. I had started into the turn but a pedestrian entered the crosswalk on the other side of the street, so I stopped. The car behind me did not.
We got out, exchanged info–I was trembling and furious–looked at the bumper, didn’t see anything other than the scratches that were already there, because I live in a city and the car lives on the street. The driver and his passenger were young–students; they said they were trying to get to school for a test–but he had insurance and was polite and sorry.
But her! The passenger! She said to me, “Did you SEE that?” (meaning the pedestrian). I’m all, “Yeah, that’s why I stopped.” She said, “She didn’t even stop!” I said, “Well, they do have the right of way.”
I mean, WTF? Right of way or not, I’m not going to run over a pedestrian, thank you very much. And in a crosswalk! I can only hope Ms. Passenger is not a driver herself, because she has some very peculiar views of the process.
Anyway. Off to try and do something about this adrenaline…