My wife had to go to Duke today. Not anything out of the ordinary, but today all the kids were home for the holiday here in the states. So all of us (7 in total) loaded up in the van to drop her off at the appointment. The plan being to drop her off, get lunch for them, then head back to get her.
Oh, how I wish it had worked out that way. Instead we got this:


So what happened is this. I40 leads to the Durham Freeway (147). 147 has two lanes, and the exchange off I40 has two lanes. As the merge happens it eventually becomes 3 lanes. I was in the left most lane coming off I40, and looked behind me and merged onto 147's right most lane. However, up about a half mile ahead, was a whole fuckton of blinky flashy police and fire engine lights. NC has a law about moving left to allow personal room to work, so being good little kiddies, ALL the traffic ahead of me (and myself) merged over to the left lane. All of which happened in the first 500 feet off the merge. In addition we all slowed down to a crawl.
I was in that lane for a good 15-30 seconds, pacing along with traffic, when all the cars ahead started to STOP on the road. The puddle coming from the FLAMING FUCKING CAR, having spread downhill across the road, was apparently freaking folks out. The traffic was no big deal to me... just leave space ahead and crawl along. And then, the shit hit the fan.
I see a red streak behind me and realize it's a car coming on way too fast. Given we were crawling along I had my foot on the brake, I let my foot up and puckered up thinking "oh... shit". *SCREEEECH* went his tires, then *WAM*. I unpuckered enough to watch his truck go veering off to the left, while I decided to angle to the right. Not wanting to further muck up the remaining space between the firetrucks and the lane I elected to drive 1/4 a mile down the road and pulled into the grass.
But all that above? That's not actually the suck! Oh no, that part comes when the officer asks me to fill out a witness report as there's a differing opinion about what happened. Y'see, mister distracted driver was claiming that I merged in front of him, and THAT's what happened. Oh, hells fucking no you didn'! EXCEPT, I got lucky. One of the sheriff's saw what happened as well and gave a statement. And the fact that none of the damage left from our cars was anywhere near the middle lane, it was all in the left lane helped as well.
So that's my day. I'm sore as hell and have a headache. My poor van has got some massive metal damage hiding under that plastic bumper cover, and I'm praying that it gets fixed and not totaled out. I still cannot believe that asshat would even think to claim that I was at fault... it just makes me weep. Oh, and he almost rolled his '94 Nissan, nearly sending him and his young son into a world of pain. From what the fire crew told me he had it up on 2 wheels.
Oh, how I wish it had worked out that way. Instead we got this:


So what happened is this. I40 leads to the Durham Freeway (147). 147 has two lanes, and the exchange off I40 has two lanes. As the merge happens it eventually becomes 3 lanes. I was in the left most lane coming off I40, and looked behind me and merged onto 147's right most lane. However, up about a half mile ahead, was a whole fuckton of blinky flashy police and fire engine lights. NC has a law about moving left to allow personal room to work, so being good little kiddies, ALL the traffic ahead of me (and myself) merged over to the left lane. All of which happened in the first 500 feet off the merge. In addition we all slowed down to a crawl.
I was in that lane for a good 15-30 seconds, pacing along with traffic, when all the cars ahead started to STOP on the road. The puddle coming from the FLAMING FUCKING CAR, having spread downhill across the road, was apparently freaking folks out. The traffic was no big deal to me... just leave space ahead and crawl along. And then, the shit hit the fan.
I see a red streak behind me and realize it's a car coming on way too fast. Given we were crawling along I had my foot on the brake, I let my foot up and puckered up thinking "oh... shit". *SCREEEECH* went his tires, then *WAM*. I unpuckered enough to watch his truck go veering off to the left, while I decided to angle to the right. Not wanting to further muck up the remaining space between the firetrucks and the lane I elected to drive 1/4 a mile down the road and pulled into the grass.
But all that above? That's not actually the suck! Oh no, that part comes when the officer asks me to fill out a witness report as there's a differing opinion about what happened. Y'see, mister distracted driver was claiming that I merged in front of him, and THAT's what happened. Oh, hells fucking no you didn'! EXCEPT, I got lucky. One of the sheriff's saw what happened as well and gave a statement. And the fact that none of the damage left from our cars was anywhere near the middle lane, it was all in the left lane helped as well.
So that's my day. I'm sore as hell and have a headache. My poor van has got some massive metal damage hiding under that plastic bumper cover, and I'm praying that it gets fixed and not totaled out. I still cannot believe that asshat would even think to claim that I was at fault... it just makes me weep. Oh, and he almost rolled his '94 Nissan, nearly sending him and his young son into a world of pain. From what the fire crew told me he had it up on 2 wheels.
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