So I was turning left out of the Borders parking lot after purchasing (I swear to God) Crash by J.G. Ballard. The leftmost lane of the street I was turning onto (a 2-lane road) was filled with cars making right turns. I checked to my right and nobody was coming. I checked to my left, but had difficulty seeing over the line of cars turning right. I craned my head as best I could to look, and although I wasn’t sure the coast was clear, I very stupidly turned anyway.
I heard the white Nissan Maxima before I saw it. I heard the screech of the brakes and then saw the front of the car coming towards me. In that split second, I thought, “that car’s going to come to a stop. It’ll be a very close call, and I’ll get a very nasty look from the driver, but that’ll be it.” Unfortunately, I was wrong. The Maxima struck my driver’s side rear - the impact was relatively minor, and I was mentally prepared for it. I thought, alright, little fender bender, big deal. It could be way worse. I started veering off to the side of the road to pull over.
BOOM! Another car hits me, smashing my rear right-hand side. This took me completely by surprise. (I was informed after the accident, by witnesses in a building next to where it happened, that this car was speeding.) This guy definitely had more time to slow down than the first person, and I’d say that him hitting me was much more his fault than the first driver, who had no way of knowing that I would pull out.
I pull into a parking lot to the right and am joined by the other two drivers. We acknowledge each other. Driver one - of the Maxima: a sexy little half-Japanese girl, probably 17 or 18. Driver two: a Korean-American National Guardsman, in full combat dress including beret. He was also driving a Nissan Maxima, this one green and newer than the first one.
Driver one is cold. I give her my waterproof leather Timberland jacket to keep her warm. Then I go to my car and get a bunch of those instant-heat hand warmer things and pass them around. Everyone accepts graciously, except for the National Guardsman who is way too tough for pansy-ass hand warmers.
I call cops. They take about 45 minutes to come. In the mean time, I see a police car drive by us (was he looking for us?) But it wasn’t until much later that the officer finally arrived.
We exchange information and insurance and fill out all the forms and everything. Nobody is hurt. Everyone is very courteous, and nobody seems all that resentful of me for stupidly pulling out and getting hit.
Damage to Car 1: slight dent in front bumper, and a small amount of paint from my car.
Damage to Car 2: driver’s side headlight broken.
Damage to My Car: Rear driver’s side wheel bent inwards. Rear axle possibly bent (I’ll find out tomorrow from the mechanic.) Rear passenger’s side door completely smashed in. Front passenger’s side door slightly dented and badly scratched.
I’m 21. I’ve been driving for 5 years (and driving with my dad for 2 additional years before that.) This is only the second accident I’ve been in (the first was when I first got my first car, and was a very minor fender bender with zero damage to either car.)
All told, I’m glad I’m OK, and I’m glad everyone else is. I’m also glad I was wearing my seatbelt. And I’m never going to pull out again without being 100% sure nobody is coming from the other direction.
Now…I’m going to read Crash.