(little long)
Ok, last night was a pretty crappy night.
My friend called me to see if I wanted to go fishing after work on his boat. So, I decided to go, and headed down to the dock after work. I had a feeling in me that was saying to not leave my car at the dock for some reason...
I did anyway.
I get on the boat, and off we go. At 7:30pm my Camaro hit on ebay (that's another story ). I checked the auction while on the boat (technology rocks! ), and it was up and away and had a few bids already.
The boat comes back about 4 hours later, and I see my car. We get up and I go over to my car, looks fine. My friend walked over to his car, and said "DUDE, what happened to your car??" I thought he was messing around becuase he knew it just posted on ebay.. Nope. This is what happened:
Some $*(@&#@FACE backed into it with a boat trailor, and took off. Frickin great. No note, nothing.
I call the cops, and they come about 1.5 hours later. The cop starts writing the report so I can have my insurance take care of it, and informs me my registration has been expired since December of 04! WTF? Even though the sticker on my plate says October of next year. The cop was baffled, and so was I. There was no explanation, but in her computer it said 12/04 for expire.
So, they gotta take my plate off and I can't drive the car. OF COURSE!
About another 2 hours go by, and the cop is done. She told me that I shouldn't drive it home, but she won't be looking so whatever I decide to do just be careful. Cool lady, and cute as hell too.
She takes off, and I realize that she forgot to take my front plate off - probably because it was bolted to the air-dam - thanks for the idea ken!
My buddy brought me to my parent's house to get some tools, and I came back and swapped the front plate to the back of the car. I had him drive in back of me till we hit the highway so I'd be a little safer.
Ok, here's where the whole night takes a crazy twist...
Keep in mind, it's now about 6 hours after my car got hit. I'm driving, IN ANOTHER TOWN, about 10 miles from the accident spot.. This kid in an MR2 pulls up on side of me, and starts yelling. I thought he was screwing with me. He yelled "Did your car get hit?" .... I yelled "yeah" - still thinknig he was screwin with me. He yells "I saw it happen! Pull over!" I still thought it was a joke, so I asked where it happened, he yelled "At the boat dock in Stratford!"
You've got to be kidding me... 6 hours after, and 10 miles away, this kid sees me. I pull over, he gives me the dude's license plate, his phone #, and his friend's as witnesses. What are the odds of that??!!! I nearly pooped myself. The kid even told me he NEVER drives on that road but for some reason he did last night. Which is crazy, because I never drive that road either. I just did because I was trying to keep a low profile.
If either of us were off by seconds, that kid would not have seen me. Why he didn't just leave the info on my windshield, I don't know. But whatever. I got it.
Gotta call the cops now and give them the info. That bastard's going down. Hit and run, and I'm getting everything fixed on his insurance's coin. I just hope they don't give me crap because the car wasn't registered - even though I had no clue. We'll see. Performin Norman - know anything about that subject?
Ok, last night was a pretty crappy night.
My friend called me to see if I wanted to go fishing after work on his boat. So, I decided to go, and headed down to the dock after work. I had a feeling in me that was saying to not leave my car at the dock for some reason...
I did anyway.
I get on the boat, and off we go. At 7:30pm my Camaro hit on ebay (that's another story ). I checked the auction while on the boat (technology rocks! ), and it was up and away and had a few bids already.
The boat comes back about 4 hours later, and I see my car. We get up and I go over to my car, looks fine. My friend walked over to his car, and said "DUDE, what happened to your car??" I thought he was messing around becuase he knew it just posted on ebay.. Nope. This is what happened:
Some $*(@&#@FACE backed into it with a boat trailor, and took off. Frickin great. No note, nothing.
I call the cops, and they come about 1.5 hours later. The cop starts writing the report so I can have my insurance take care of it, and informs me my registration has been expired since December of 04! WTF? Even though the sticker on my plate says October of next year. The cop was baffled, and so was I. There was no explanation, but in her computer it said 12/04 for expire.
So, they gotta take my plate off and I can't drive the car. OF COURSE!
About another 2 hours go by, and the cop is done. She told me that I shouldn't drive it home, but she won't be looking so whatever I decide to do just be careful. Cool lady, and cute as hell too.
She takes off, and I realize that she forgot to take my front plate off - probably because it was bolted to the air-dam - thanks for the idea ken!
My buddy brought me to my parent's house to get some tools, and I came back and swapped the front plate to the back of the car. I had him drive in back of me till we hit the highway so I'd be a little safer.
Ok, here's where the whole night takes a crazy twist...
Keep in mind, it's now about 6 hours after my car got hit. I'm driving, IN ANOTHER TOWN, about 10 miles from the accident spot.. This kid in an MR2 pulls up on side of me, and starts yelling. I thought he was screwing with me. He yelled "Did your car get hit?" .... I yelled "yeah" - still thinknig he was screwin with me. He yells "I saw it happen! Pull over!" I still thought it was a joke, so I asked where it happened, he yelled "At the boat dock in Stratford!"
You've got to be kidding me... 6 hours after, and 10 miles away, this kid sees me. I pull over, he gives me the dude's license plate, his phone #, and his friend's as witnesses. What are the odds of that??!!! I nearly pooped myself. The kid even told me he NEVER drives on that road but for some reason he did last night. Which is crazy, because I never drive that road either. I just did because I was trying to keep a low profile.
If either of us were off by seconds, that kid would not have seen me. Why he didn't just leave the info on my windshield, I don't know. But whatever. I got it.
Gotta call the cops now and give them the info. That bastard's going down. Hit and run, and I'm getting everything fixed on his insurance's coin. I just hope they don't give me crap because the car wasn't registered - even though I had no clue. We'll see. Performin Norman - know anything about that subject?
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