Merrrrry Christmas! Thanks for hitting my car and driving off!
Santa says you’ve been a NNNNNaughty Boy!
Oh, and OOPS! Not a very smart boy! For you see, my company shares an office with the Beaverton Sheriff’s Office, and you hit me while backing out of the parking lot for the County Court, which has cameras everywhere!
Since I was able to place within the hour of when you hit me, dispatch was able to have a non-emergency officer look through the camera footage, find your vehicle hitting me, verify that you were scheduled to appear at that time, and you got arrested!!
Hit and run while leaving a court apperance - clever!
This happened to me only weeks after passing my test, in my parents’ car. No big deal, only a scratch, but an elderly couple saw it happen, and (bless them) saw I’d only paid for 30 mins parking, so sat in their car and waited so they could point out the miscreant’s car, now parked a couple of hundred yards away.
They were evidently so surprised, and a bit spooked, to find a note under THEIR wiper (simply saying ‘you hit my car, 01xxxxxxx’), that they actually called, with a tone which suggested a mixture of repentence and paranoia. We left them with that much as their punishment, anything more would have involved paperwork.
I had my car hit by someone while I was parked in the gym parking lot. Someone happened to see it, and jotted down the license plate number. Then he had to figure out which business in the mall I was in - he figured the gym, so they paged me by announcing the plate #. I have never wanted to kiss a stranger on the mouth so much before.
Finally there’s something good to say about the Beaverton court! Hooray! 'Well, to be fair, they’re actually fairly well set up but it’s a court nonetheless so it’s hard to be happy about them in general. It’s nice when karma goes your way, though, isn’t it?
Well I only work in Beaverton - I live in SE Portland. I don’t know much about their court system, although I did have to jump through some hoops. Apparently it’s the Beaverton Sheriff’s office, but a Washington County court building, but it’s in Beaverton, so there was some confusion about which jurisdiction had to get the people to look at the camera feeds.
But, oh, sweet justice when the officer called me back with the guy’s insurance info and related incident numbers.
Me: “How did you find him so fast?”
Officer: “He’s standing right here next to me. The judge was not amused when I informed him of the purpose of my interruption.”
Oh, and in case no one got what style I was going for in my OP, it was this. (Some NSFW language)
Ah, hit and runs. A woman rear ended me once while I was sitting at a stoplight. I waited until the light changed so we could pull off to the side, at which point she sped past me. Clever, she. I guess she got mad at the 30 seconds of glaring through my rear view mirror I was giving her.
As I was inspecting the damage on the side of the road, I noticed she had lost her front license plate during the not-so-gentle tapping.
Oh, I can top that one. I saw a guy show up drunk to defend himself on a DUI 2nd Offense charge…which carries mandatory jail time upon conviction. The deputies smelled alcohol on him as he went through the metal detector, put him on a breathalyzer…he blew .15…so they haul him in front of the Judge.
Judge asks him how he got to court that day. Guy said he drove himself. Judge gave him 10 days for direct contempt because he was drunk, rescheduled the trial on the DUI 2nd, and suggested the deputies charge him with DUI 3rd based on his statement in open court. DUI 3rd is a felony offense.
I used to work out that way–I worked in Hillsburrito awhile ago and also worked on Greenbrier Pkwy for four years so I’ve had a couple run ins with the Beavertron po-po, which is why I’m familiar with the courts out there. I also live in SE and the commute drove me bugfuck, especially since that was before they finally widened out 26 to a reasonable number of lanes.
Man, we need to get a PDX Dopefest going sometime soon, there’s a ton of us up in here!
I witnessed a hit and run once in a restaurant parking lot. A woman backed out of her spot into the motorcycle parked in the space across from her. And then drove away. I was parked just a few spots over from her and was walking out to my car when I saw it. I waved at her when she drove by, and she flipped me off. I know she saw me write down her plate number. I don’t know what she though driving off would accomplish, other than delaying the inevitable. I mean, doing a hit and run is bad enough, but if you see a witness writing down your plate number, that means you’ve been caught, and the smart thing to do is to stop and face the music. Idiot.
A buddy of mine got seriously racked up on his motorcycle a few weeks back. A week in the hospital, two weeks in a rehab center, and another month or two before he’ll be back on his feet. Lotsa metal holding his leg together for the rest of his life.
It happened because some needledick decided to pull out from a parking lot without looking both ways. Pulled his pickup truck right in front of my buddy, who wiped out tried to avoid plowing into the side of the truck. The guy stopped, started at my friend on the ground for a minute, and then zoomed off.
Too fucking bad for him that the marina he was pulling out of had surveillance all over the place. Cops had his ass by that evening. Apparently he figured that since he didn’t actually hit my friend, then it wasn’t at all his fault. Nice try, jackhole.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this involving accidents, but I did get to witness one very nice event. I was sitting 3rd in line at a light, in the left turn lane. The 2nd guy in line was honking at the first guy in line every time he saw a gap in traffic of more than 2 car lengths, apparently he was in a hurry. At one point there’s a gap you can turn through, and before the first guy can go, the second guy pulls out and turns in front of him causing some emergency braking. This did not please the 4th person in line, who saw everything, turned on his pretty red & blue lights and pulled the jerk over 50 feet down the road. It was beautiful.
It is nice when that happens, isn’t it? Saw something similar once.
I was driving west along Seven Sisters Road when I came to a crossroads. The light being red, I prudently stopped. I joined the inner (left hand) line because I wanted to go straight over at the crossroads. The outer line had two cars in it, the second of which was indicating for a right turn.
There’s a little slip road at this junction, that people travelling south (that is, right to left across my view) can turn into if they want to turn left, thus bypassing the traffic lights. Such cars still have to give way when turning onto Seven Sisters Road. From where I’m sitting,
I can see the “No Entry” signs.
Our bright spark was the second guy in the right-hand line, who got bored with waiting. He moved back a few feet and took off up the slip road (which is a one-way piece of road) the wrong way.
I suppose they hoped that the uniformed police officers sitting in the marked police car right in front of them (and also indicating that they planned to turn right) weren’t looking.
One evening, I went out to dinner with some friends. The parking lot was jammed. We were heading (at a sedate pace) for a parking space. Some teenagers saw it, sped up, whipped around the aisle and into the spot–whacking the hell out of the car parked in the next slot. Kids got out laughing and went into the restaurant. Not too much damage, but, damn, you know?
So we left a note on the car that was hit, informing them that it was the car next to them, and the tag number, in case the kids left before the car’s owner. The car’s owner came inside looking for who’d left the note, and we told them what had happened. The cops came, called in the tag number–the car was registered to a middle-aged lady. I’m sure she was thrilled when the police called her to tell her that her car (presumably driven by her son) was involved in an accident.
