You know that nice, shiny '06 Dakota I acquired in December? Yeah.
I was on my way to clinical rotations at the VA this morning and merged into the right turn only lane that would take me to the hospital. Next thing I know, a white pickup is suddenly merging in front of me, and not only does he do this with little notice, but then IMMEDIATELY makes to turn into one of the shops along side the road as well. I really tried to put on my brakes but you can only do so much, especially with larger vehicles. I could hear myself saying "Shiiiiiiiiiiiitttt!" since I knew there was little chance I'd be able to stop in time.
Trucks go crash.
I heard and saw some glass crunching and flying just outside my window, which turned out to be from my headlights, and pulled off into the shops there. Yes, both of us are fine and the police were called. They decided that due to conflicting stories and the nature of that area (They said they work a ridiculous amount of crashes on that corner), that no one would be charged. The guy's trying to say that I was speeding, but I wasn't, and I really did try and stop before we collided. And if he were really just merging into the lane, I would have rear ended him instead of smashing up his truck between the bed and the cab. My left headlight is smashed out, the fender is dented and smushed, and I blew the front tire on that side as well. I called my insurance company and I have AAA; the towtruck driver that came out said he didn't feel the truck was safe to drive with a donut since I hit something hard enough to blow the tire so he took me home.
Shit, fuck, and a thousand profanities known to man. I've never been in an accident before, I don't know when I'll get my truck back (they're taking it away to asses and repair any minute now), and if I miss another day of clinicals, I'll have to leave my CNA program. I called my instructor at the hospital to let her know what happened, since she's the kind to worry, and all she was concerned about was me going to the doctor's after the adrenaline wears off. Not that I have any way of getting there . . . but yeah. She said she might be able to pick me up and take me to clinicals herself since she thinks we live not too far apart, but I dunno . . .
And yeah, I guess there goes my Spring Break trip to NC to see my sister and get the doggy if we're stuck with a $500 deductible
At least I'm alive.
Look at my poor, poor truck! And I've only had it for two months.
P.S. Oh yeah, when the officers asked this guy what he did for a living, he replies "Oh, I'm a D.O.T consultant!"
*headdesk*
I was on my way to clinical rotations at the VA this morning and merged into the right turn only lane that would take me to the hospital. Next thing I know, a white pickup is suddenly merging in front of me, and not only does he do this with little notice, but then IMMEDIATELY makes to turn into one of the shops along side the road as well. I really tried to put on my brakes but you can only do so much, especially with larger vehicles. I could hear myself saying "Shiiiiiiiiiiiitttt!" since I knew there was little chance I'd be able to stop in time.
Trucks go crash.
I heard and saw some glass crunching and flying just outside my window, which turned out to be from my headlights, and pulled off into the shops there. Yes, both of us are fine and the police were called. They decided that due to conflicting stories and the nature of that area (They said they work a ridiculous amount of crashes on that corner), that no one would be charged. The guy's trying to say that I was speeding, but I wasn't, and I really did try and stop before we collided. And if he were really just merging into the lane, I would have rear ended him instead of smashing up his truck between the bed and the cab. My left headlight is smashed out, the fender is dented and smushed, and I blew the front tire on that side as well. I called my insurance company and I have AAA; the towtruck driver that came out said he didn't feel the truck was safe to drive with a donut since I hit something hard enough to blow the tire so he took me home.
Shit, fuck, and a thousand profanities known to man. I've never been in an accident before, I don't know when I'll get my truck back (they're taking it away to asses and repair any minute now), and if I miss another day of clinicals, I'll have to leave my CNA program. I called my instructor at the hospital to let her know what happened, since she's the kind to worry, and all she was concerned about was me going to the doctor's after the adrenaline wears off. Not that I have any way of getting there . . . but yeah. She said she might be able to pick me up and take me to clinicals herself since she thinks we live not too far apart, but I dunno . . .
And yeah, I guess there goes my Spring Break trip to NC to see my sister and get the doggy if we're stuck with a $500 deductible
At least I'm alive.
Look at my poor, poor truck! And I've only had it for two months.
P.S. Oh yeah, when the officers asked this guy what he did for a living, he replies "Oh, I'm a D.O.T consultant!"
*headdesk*
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