Okay, this is ridiculous. My hubby and I seem to have cars equipped with some secret magnet, or at least a “HIT ME!” sign. PLEASE tell me some other Dopers out there have had this kind of rotten luck.
Note: Every collision we’ve had has occurred with us at a standstill–at a light, in traffic, etc–and being hit by an out-of-control party.
The rundown:
January 1996 My little blue Honda is stopped at an intersection, waiting to turn right. It is pouring down rain. Suddenly, a teenager who approached the intersection too quickly hydroplanes out of control and into my car. Fortunately, there was no visible damage–just a little black paint from her Nissan on my car door.
December 1996 While driving to San Diego in the most God-awful rainstorm I’ve seen (good ole El Nino), I’d managed to navigate the worst of the worst and was in the clear on the 5. I was doing maybe 50 when I hit some standing water and hydroplaned before losing control of the car and fishtailing all over the place. Fortunately, the only thing shattered was my nerves. Turned out my tires were bald–note, this is 1 of 2 out-of-control incidents involving problem tires.
September 1997 The worst of all the incidents. My little blue Honda, stuck in traffic on the 10, is rear-ended by a 55-ton 18 wheeler that didn’t see the stopped cars until too late. He slammed on the brakes (the noise drew my attention to the rear-view mirror, where I saw the behemoth skidding toward me), managed to turn somewhat before hitting me. Impact was approx. 45-50MPH and completely shaved the rear right side off my car. It looked like something had taken a bit out of it. Amazingly, I walked away. Car was not so fortunate and was totaled.
January 1999 Now-hubby’s then-roommate slams into hubby’s car when backing out of the driveway a little too quickly. Really munched up the driver’s side door, but was reparable. Hubby was not in car. $1100 worth of damage, and no injuries.
February 2001 Soon-to-be-hubby and I are waiting at a stop sign. Little old lady in big Olds cuts across traffic (and again, this is rainy weather), gets slammed by a Metro minibus, and skids into my new white Honda. $4000 worth of damage there, no injuries.
February 2002 While en route to San Diego on a Friday evening, we hit a huge tire tread in the middle of the lane. It gets caught in my undercarriage, briefly locked up the left tire, and sent us careening all over the road. For entirely too long we were fishtailing all over the place before I finally regained control of the Honda. No damage or collision–just completely frayed nerves. Later, we discovered one of our new tires had been improperly installed and had leaked out 1/2 the air pressure. Obviously, this played a role in our struggle to maintain control of the car.
July 2002–Yesterday Hubby is out on errands, thrilled to have his classic 1968 Volvo back as we’d just paid to have the long-worn suspension fixed. We’d just picked it up that morning. While stopped at a stoplight, he hears SCREE-CRASH! and looks up just in time to get rear-ended himself. 4 cars total were involved–another hubby, following wife home, hit her; she hit a Toyota; Toyota hit hubby. Damage is a pretty crunched up tailight and shifted trunk.
So, that makes a total of 3 collisions and 2 fishtails for me, and 2 collisions for hubby. Without ever being at fault!
Is anyone else this accident-prone? Or shall we just stay holed up in our house for a bit?