Catalog your car wrecks here.

dude roxy! be one more careful.

I didn't cry until I got home, at which point I immediately became a ball of freakout. My roomate was like "of course the cop didn't care, you're a cute crying girl."

xpost, Ken, you are the one who advises me not to ever stop.

last month on 1-8 heres the thread.

He looked an absolute wreck but we were the one's carted off to casualty, because we could have been in shock. Which we probably were. I was dreading my parents coming home, esp mum's reaction to the car, but they were just glad that we were both in one piece, as a good friend of mine had died in a car crash just a few weeks before.

I did have a panic attack when the policeman came round to tell me that no charges would be pressed, but that I should be more careful in the future, but one of the witnesses had told me that the escort had been screaming down the hill, and if he hadn't have been going so fast he could have stopped in time.

Actually, I've just remembered that when we were on honeymoon an attourney reversed into the front of our hire car after deciding he didn't want to go down the one way street we'd both turned into, but it only scratched the bumper, and luckily i'd got full whack insurance so I didn't even have to give them the forms I'd filled in. It meant we got to go to the key West police station to report it though, which was interesting!

pretty pathetic really, but boy did the attourney panic!!!

ha ha, this is EXACTLY how I felt after my most recent accident (wherein some [most likely drunk] redneck duder slammed his crappy little Honda into the back of my Volvo wagon) as the dude wot hit me pushed his ruined, smoking little wreck of a car off onto the shoulder while I drove away with a busted tail-light and a little bend in the back right panel (except, you know, not a 'Yota).

2nd crash: The next year, driving with same boyfriend, veered slightly into the breakdown lane to pass a car taking forever to turn left at an intersection, failing to see a car from the other lane turning at the intersection. Hit a little old lady's car and totalled it.

3rd crash: Driving to Ian's house with most recent boyfriend after a big snowstorm, lost my way coming from a different direction than usual because I have zero spatial intelligence. Turned into a neighborhood so I could reverse directions. The lady ahead up ahead of me tries to go through a stop sign, gets zero traction and slides slowly across the road into a snow bank. Sees me coming and still thinks it's a good idea to start backing up lengthwise across the street, and surprise surprise I slide completely through the intersection too. When I crack the side of her car which is extended completely in my lane of traffic, she gets out of the car and starts screaming, "Didn't you see me backing up?" Yes I did; unfortunately I couldn't stop in the snow, just as you couldn't no more than 10 seconds earlier, you fucking idiot.

The end. I hope.

I was shitting myself, there went my licence surely. I got out of my car, the fucking bumper has fallen off! The other dude walked out of the car and I was just like omg and apologised like mad. he looked at the back of his car and was like "looks like no harms done" and i was like "what???", and it's true - thanks to the solid manufacturing of BMW, his car didn't even have a scrape on it!!

He drove off, i lifted the bumper back onto the car, my mum, dad, whole family none the wiser.

The first thing i did was get out and ask if the other dude was okay. He was a total dick - he ignored my question and rudely barked "The light was red." I disagreed.

The whole front end of my car (2001 civic) was completely crumpled. Luckily there was no damage to the engine or frame - otherwise it would've been a write-off.

The cop that showed up used to be a manger at the McDic's I worked at - so that may've helped me out a little. Unfortunately he was also Croatian and spent the rest of his time speaking Croatian with the other guy; which made me very nervous.

By the time we got to the reporting centre the Croatian dude's story had evolved to something fantastic. I over heard his tow truck guy basically arguing with him that no matter how he spun it the accident was his fault. But man, that guy couldn't have been more of a dick.

Aside from seat-belt bruises and stiff necks we were all fine and the Croatian dude's insurance (eventually) payed for everything.

This happened in 1985, I was 15 and a high school buddy of mine with a license had purchased a new Mustang about 6 weeks prior. We had just dropped off an LP (Weird Al) at another friend's house and were returning home when it started to rain. They say the road is most slippery when it just starts getting wet and I guess it's true because as he came around a corner at like 45 mph the back end broke loose. He corrected, corrected, overcorrected and put us straight into a telephone pole. Snapped the thing in half in fact! Neither of us were wearing seatbelts of course since this was only a two mile jaunt and I attempted to exit the car through the windshield, unsuccessfully. My forehead (windshield) and knees (dahsboard) took the brunt of the damage though right afterwards I was still clueless as to the events. I saw the huge shattered headmark in the windshield, wondered "where did that come from?" and exited the car where my friend was fretting over the (terminal) damage. Another friend happened by a few minutes later and handed me his shirt, that's when I first realized I was bleeding. Anyways off the hospital I went, where a chatty nurse picked glass out of my noggin for an hour. Though she missed under my hairline so I ended up healing right over it. Now I have a row of auto glass shards underneath my skin where my hairline used to be.

Two summers later I was doing some long haul trucking to help pay for college and I put on "...compiled" from Chain Reaction/Basic Channel. I think this happened somewhere in the middle of Vainquer's "Elevation (Version 1)" but I could be wrong.
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Out on training maneuvers during my all-too-lengthy tour in northwest TX somebody brought a little boombox and a cassette with "Immigrant Song," "Sabotage" and "Brown Eyed Girl" on it. I think two of us are still unaccounted for.
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first accident: two weeks after I got my license, pulled out of a residential circle in my truck, get blinded by the afternoon sun, woman in shitty little Hyundai slams on her brakes in the middle of the street but has no brake lights, I swerve but fuck up her left rear-quarter. She whines and cries and tries to sue my insurance company, but since she didn't have functioning brake lights or a reason to stop they kind of laugh. Nothing but a scratch to my truck.

second accident: a year later, I'm driving along in my bank parking lot, woman in a minivan throws it in reverse and fucks up my right rear-quarter pretty good. I take the insurance money and buy useless crap.

third accident: six years later, I slow for a dip in the road, teenage girl behind me is talking on her cell phone, rear ends me. Pull over, she's already crying, there's nothing wrong with my truck so I tell her to not worry about it and drive off.

fourth accident: a couple of months later, I'm stopped at a red light, teenage guy is talking on his cell phone, rear ends me with some speed. Totals the front end of his Honda, doesn't do too much to me, but the insurance money pays for a semester of tuition for me.

fifth accident: while I'm still fighting with the first insurance company (they 'lost' my settlement check, wrong address, then sent it to a non-existent title company, etc.), college student rearends me while I'm at a red light, she has a real insurance company so they have it fixed and the entire truck repainted within 10 days.

After having nothing happen for years, I get rearended three times in about six months. Fuck 2004.

so take it from me: Volkswagen Jetta is a safe car.

When I hit the brakes, the car turned sideways and broadsided all 4. 2 of them went down but got back up. All ran off and were later found to be ok. I estimate our speed at impact to be about 20 mph.

My beer, positioned between my legs exploded all over me and I began to reek severely of alcohol. We hid the rest of them in a snowbank as an old guy came running from a nearby house. I guess he expected it to be worse than it was. He told us of the horses' owner and we went there to deliver the news, not knowing what to expect. It was about -10f and we actually helped the guy round up the herd.

Still reeking, I told my parents of this when I got home and was immediately accused of being drunk.

Aftermath: The car had a few minor dents and a broken antenna, which I replaced with a metal coat hanger. My cred with the parents dropped severely for a while, but they let me keep driving. We went back a few days later for our beer and (of course) it was gone. 2 racks of Schlitz. Fuck!

1) Me and my friends were trying to rush back to school from lunch or something to that effect, driving a bit faster than we should've but not like unreasonable highway terror sort of thing. This huge oldsmobile driven, predictably, by the world's oldest, slowest woman, suddenly like pulls out right in front of my friend M4ndy's Saturn and she can't stop fast enough and we totally destroy the car, right into the old woman's tankmobile. Cops show up, blah blah blah, everyone in our car is pretty banged up but it's clearly the old woman's fault, she didn't look. The cops were in agreement with M4ndy. Until they realized that all of the kids who were standing around in the street had been IN the car. There were at least 13 people in there that I can remember off the top of my head and I might be forgetting someone, it's bothering me a little. IN A SATURN.

2) My mom stopped teaching me how to drive when I drove her car into a ditch.

3) My ex-bf Fr3d was helping me move into NYC. He for some reason decided to try to pull his wallet out of his pocket mid-drive and ended up sideswiping the median and almost flipped the car. He pulled over and then got to "sideswipe" my hand. Because I was slapping him repeatedly.

4) In completely standstill traffic, Ot1s Wh33l3r freaked out completely b ecause my roommate St3ph4ni3 wouldn't stop screaming at him (I have no idea over what, who even knows) and managed to hit a parked car.

17 - smoking weed in mom's old 4runner ltd, zoned out to techno, and rear ended this croatian guy who FOUR YEARS LATER tried to sue for whiplash but got fuck all

19 - had 3-months-old Supra Turbo's front end sheared off by drunk driver running a red at over 100kph

23 - drove mom's brand new 4runner ltd this time into the side of sheer mountain rockface in snow because there was already a pileup around a bend totally invisible to me, totalled it, this was in Revelstoke BC, got a cab and the cabbie was young and gay and went on to casually stalk me for a year by phone

Whilst driving south on the 405 freeway in January '02, my rear axle broke. I spun out across several lanes of traffic going about 70 MPH. During mid-spin I panicked, realized death was possible, came to accept that fact, and apologized to myself for wasting a large portion of my life. Miraculously, I missed a semi truck by about ten feet and only scraped one other car. I came to a stop with two lanes of traffic speeding at me. Both of them stopped, somehow.

Several months later, in the same car, I was rear-ended by a city of L.A. conservation vehicle. They paid up rather quickly.

Several weeks ago, I was backed into by some kid while taking a shortcut through a side street. My car already had a dent on the left front side, I'm hoping to get a new one soon, I just told him it was cool and left it at that.

never been at fault.

My crappy VW Jetta was in the shop and I had borrowed Dad's trusty old Mercedes 240D -- I was making a left from a big street onto a side street, looked in the rearview for a second and saw some teenage girl in a big-ass Buick bearing down on me at about 60 mph in a 35 zone, not looking forward at all but laughing and waving to a car in the next lane -- POW. The crumple zone of the Mercedes does what it's supposed to do -- it crumples, (about $2000 worth of damage) so I don't plow into the car in front of me and am not seriously hurt. Matter of fact, my doctor tells me that I probably wouldn't have had ANY whiplash injury if I hadn't seen the car coming and tensed up. As it is, I can't move my neck much for about a week. The teenage girl was not injured but the Buick was destroyed -- she of course immediately begain weeping, and I would have been sympathetic had she not said that the Buick was her grandmother's, and she was driving it because she'd totaled her own car the same week. Insurance money fixed the car, paid my doctor bills, and bought me a bass.

2 - this girl was giving me a ride into Vancouver and fell asleep at the wheel in Langley, we did donuts up Highway 1 until skidding into a ditch

Maybe it was the 4 hour test, maybe it the lack of sleep -- whatever it was, we were both very giddy and giggly. As we drove past a used car lot, we saw one of the staff try to drive a new Porsche on one of those ramps dealerships use to laud the latest/greatest to passerbys. As the guy drove it up the ramp, he fucked up and the car slipped off on one side, damaging the shit out of one of the quarter panels. This made me laugh so hard I stopped noticing the car in front of me that stopped to make a left and I slammed into the back of it.

Turns out, I hit another girl who just finished taking the ACT. She was driving her dad's '96 Cadillac. I got out and took a look at her car. It looked fine with just a little ding that could be buffed out. I looked back at my piece of shit and it was fucking destroyed. The entire front end was just crushed and left shrapnel all over the street. She immediately started crying and calling her boyfriend while my friend and I were just fucking roaring laughing.

At this point I should mention that my dad is not only a cop, but runs a police academy and therefore has either worked with or trained like every cop in the area.

The cops came, started giving me shit, looked at my license, saw my last name, and let me off scot-free without even a ticket while asking how my dad was doing. Later I found out my dad gave both cops shit for giving me shit in the first place. Good thing they didn't find my weed.

I had been riding in the driver's side of the backseat all morning and decided randomly to sit on the other side when we got back in the car. I even made a couple of remarks about how I suddenly felt like moving seats or something. My friends were a guy (Bill who was 21) and a girl (Michelle) a year older than me, who had just made a trip from Arizona in a clapped-out school bus (these were hippies). He was driving a jeep cherokee.

So we go to pull out of their street, turning left onto a four-lane road that curves around a hill to the left, and as we're beginning the turn, another SUV comes speeding around the bend and broadsides us. Bill barely had time to hit the brakes before the impact, however I seem to remember watching it coming towards us and thinking in rapid succession 1)it's not slowing down 2)it's going to hit us 3)I'm going to die 4)or at least be a quadriplegic since I'm only wearing a lap belt.

Well, it hit squarely in the center of the jeep, lifting it up into the air, and then hit us a second time when we came down again. I was told later the other driver's foot had bounced a second time on the gas pedal. There were no skid marks, apparently the guy hadn't even braked. He was a lawyer and refused to settle out of court, suing Bill (unsuccessfully) who had to learn how to walk again after a fractured skull, punctured lung, broken pelvis, and multiple broken bones in his legs. He had started going into convulsions in the car. The paramedics had to cut him out of it with something called the 'jaws of life' and airlift him to the hospital in Boston. He ended up spending a couple months there. They had taken Michelle and me away in an ambulance before all that happened.

There was a picture of the jeep the in the paper with an article about the accident, and Michelle and I were kind of amused to see ourselves referred to as 'the teen-age girls.' Apparently there were accidents all the time at that blind corner.

I hit my nose on the seat in front and had vine-like bruises from the seat belt all around my hips, but aside from some post-traumatic stress was basically fine. I was glad I'd changed seats. (That was kind of long--my memory of most of it is very vivid.)

The doctor was pretty cool about it all, being more concerned that no one was hurt and such. Her husband, on the other hand, was livid. I know this because he demanded to talk to me on the phone (she had called him) and proceeded to bitch me out about how I'd wrecked his wife's new car and I was going to pay for every cent of the damage, etc etc etc. I basically hung up on his ass.

So then I was back outside talking to the cops, and one of them said "Oh, I just called for sand & salt on that street 15 minutes ago." I took a look up the hill, and here comes the truck spreading sand... I shook my fist at them.

On a side note, the doctor's insurance claim was thrown out as bogus because they got some "friend" of theirs to come up with the estimate, about $2000 more than the actual cost of the damage. Shit, all I did was bust their tailight and bend the tailgate a little bit. My truck needed a new hood, radiator, lights, and a tire. Bunch a greedy bastards, your wife's already a fucking DOCTOR, what do you need to rape my insurance for?

What begins as a little fishtailing turns into a full-blown tea-cup ride. I think the car spun a little, kissed the front end off the left Jersey barrier, did two or three complete rotations, then kissed the rear end off the right barrier before coming to a stop with the car perpendicular to the traffic lanes (driver side facing oncoming traffic). And then the driver's side is hit by a painter's truck at about 30 MPH.

Somehow, no one got hurt - the truck was banged up a bit, a ladder tied to the top of the truck flew over our car and landed in the road, the Saturn was wrecked beyond redemption, but just a few bumps & bruises, some scratches, and a little neck pain. The cop on the scene turns out to be a college acquiantance of my friend - he drives us to a Howard Johnson's down the road to wait for a friend to come pick us up. Fittingly, this HoJo's is lit & decorated like it's a David Fincher 70's movie set - dank, dreary, rust orange & shit brown & piss yellow. No paper towels in the bathroom, either. Also, some scruffy guy in a well-worn t-shirt and Zubas comes by asking for money for gas or some shit. The damn place felt like Purgatory, and I wasn't even sure we actually WEREN'T in limbo until our friend arrived. I get home, freshen up, and have myself a couple of LARGE glasses of wine.

Best part: the song playing on the radio just before we started spinning out = "Pinball Wizard". Shit you not.

:(

2. 2000, University Avenue, Berkeley. Same Saturn. We were in the center (left turn) lane, waiting an intersection, when the stoopid girl ahead of us in her daddy's 4-Runner BACKED UP in the turn lane, even though she hadn't been sticking out into the intersection. I have no idea what the fuck she was thinking. Pop's insurance paid for that one.

Good ol' Sata -- she can take a punch. We've still got her, and she'll be 13 years old in September. (That's 78 in dog years.) And she gets a lot better mileage than my pickup.

This happened in my first accident. But somehow, even though I went to TWO different driver's ed classes, I never learned that you're supposed to yield on green when turning left. So, I turn, expecting the oncoming car to stop at the light. He doesn't. I had my little sister in the passenger seat and she yelled, "It was an arrow, right, Sarah?? An arrow??" and we get creamed. I was driving my mom's car which looked like a corpse of a car afterwards. ALSO, my sister's best friend was riding with us. Her parents told me off big time. AND we were listening to WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU when the accident occured - I was even clapping my hands and stomping while turning.

Once I was driving my father's old car on Smith Hill in Providence when the steering failed/dropped out and the car uncontrollably veered into the oncoming traffic lane. I got very lucky. Another two minutes and I would have been going 70mph on the highway and likely dead.

So there I am crusing along under the speed limit in my 3/4 ton pickup, and all of a sudden I'm REALLY REALLY close to the car in front of me, and BANG. Smack him pretty good, enough to make his car tap the one in front. So we get out, and there's no serious damage and no one was hurt (his car was as old and strong as my truck was evidently.) The point is, though, that his brakelights (and rear window, and most of his front window) were completely covered with snow. If I'd been able to see the lights there's no question I would have been able to stop. So let it be a warning to you: Clean that Shit Off. Not everyone has xray vision like you do.

Uh, this guy that I paid all that $crilla to in '05 just had me served with a summons.

I GOT SERVED.

??? u_u

may i suggest a lawyer?
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wtf???? Why?

I was just checking to see if I'd already posted my legendary car wreck story because the friend who was driving is now a FILTHY ILX POSTER.

The guy I wrecked into was the sweetest man of all time

i guess not.

I have no idea.

xpost YEAH

The most fun part was that my ex of many years received it at his house and had to bring it to me.

that would be the worst part for me: some smug ex serving up the serve

yeah.

summons for what?

a court date, i don't understand it

Maybe it's actually a surprise party...?

nice!

I've got too many of these. Pick one, if you'd like:

Drunk Driver Hits Our Car, Disappears From the Road
Accelerator Sticks, Sister and I Wind Up in Ditch, Newspaper
Turned Left in Front of Guy Two Weeks Into Being at New School
Three Car Accident on Franklin Ave in MPLS; Styrofoam Flies From Geo
Almost Identical Accident Three Days After Grandmother Dies, Three Days Before Wedding

(And none of these occurred on an interstate.)

x-post

Bummer about the late summons. Had a co-worker who was sued right before the 3 year limit ran out on an accident she'd had. The guy sued for - among other damages - trauma (3 years later!) and loss of spousal relations. Hahaha! It was a minor accident (merging collision), and the guy was working the system to make some coin. Left the job before I found out what happened with her case, though I imagine insurance duked it out. Sounds like he had friends advise him to come after you before time ran out.

Good reading, these stories. Been on both sides of the fence. Smashed first car at 16, while racing friend home on different roads (carved up a lawn, bounced off a telephone pole), and got it repaired. Should have called it quits with that one, as that Mustang II was a lousy, demonically-possessed car.

Second car, '84 GTI. As mentioned often above, took a left, didn't see second lane's car as close as it was. He could have been speeding, but it was definitely my fault. Totaled, sadly. I liked that car.

Third, '96 Jetta, karmically, was declared a financial loss when some kids took a left in front of me last Christmas. One of those four lane urban roads, backed up at the intersection, where the guy to my left (stopped at the intersection) helpfully waved the kids forward as I came up unawares on his right. DO NOT DO THIS, FOLKS. Friendly, yes. Sensible, no.

Fourth car, '06 Jetta, rear-ended just before Xmas this year by a guy who jumped at a stoplight before I'd gotten a chance to move forward. Getting it repaired now - damage to trunk (pushed up) and bumper (mainly cosmetic) is $2400. Bummer, but yay for insurance!

So I've learned that, a) I've aged from a hitter to a hittee, and b) I'll likely drive the '06 Jetta until someone runs into me.

sorry, rox...... my last at-fault accident (minor one) was more than 3 years ago - didn't know about that 3 year limit.

no other thread for it really, maybe i'm missing one -- that limo crash in upstate NY is really something horrific and it's also one of my top transportation fears is riding on these random buses or in seedy limos

https://www.cnn.com/2018/10/08/us/new-york-limo-crash/index.html

Just insane and awful. Pretty clear that hiring company is going to be shredded.

I cant wrap my head round it, it has to have been a very bad crash for all 8 occupants to be killed on impact :/

Sadly, it was 18 all told, plus two pedestrians.

I meant 18! I somehow typoed it :/

Good grief

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/ny-metro-limo-owner-fbi-informant-20181008-story.html