She's gonna slam me in the rear...
Stopped at the red light on Washington and Hennepin after a night with friends at Marysburg, that's what I thought briefly as I watched in my rear view mirror. Then -CRASH- the Jeep jerks forward and Joy and I get our dose of midnight whiplash. The woman behind us didn't even slow down -- hit my parked Jeep at 30 mph. Totaled the front of her little Pontiac.
Stumbling out of her car (me thinks she was a bit inebriated) she could only stammer about being up the creek and wanted to drive away from it all. "I don't think so, honey. I'll call the police." And after he showed up, he didn't even talk to the woman or ask what happened. Just handed us our info packs and went to scout out more Krispy Kreme locations. Pardon my sarcasm, but you would think that a small part of his job last night would have been to inquire about the cause of the accident.
So we drove away. Poor Jeep - never been in an accident before and now has a scrunched up rear. No body damage, but now I've a free 3 inch rear wheel lift as my frame has bent forward enough to raise the leaf springs. It's waiting for it's quote now, we'll see what the real damage is. She had written Allstate as her carrier down and apparently couldn't even get that right, as her irate husband quickly and loudly corrected me during my brief call. Hopefully there won't be much fuss with her real insurance carrier and the Jeep will be right as rain again soon.
Damn lucky gal, she was, driving off on to who knows where with a hood obstructing half her view and her pie-eyes obstructing the rest. Thanks to our mister uber-efficient copper, she got off without anything besides a hefty auto-repair bill. Meanwhile, Joy and I now nurse our stretched necks and await my Jeep's fate.