It’s not what I did to my Ranger today, it’s what one of the elite did to my range today. I met perhaps the most arrogant, self-important, rules don’t apply to me - need I go on? - “person” I have met in many a day.
Whatever ever could I have been thinking? I didn’t realize that the lines on the road and the traffic markings and such were only for some of us, and they don’t apply to others who might be in a hurry or we’re doing something much more important than I could ever be doing. Silly me, I was in the right hand turn lane, waiting my turn to turn right in the Road Ranger when this “young lady” had to cross my lane to make the right turn first, in front of me and all of the many people behind me in line waiting to turn.
She started at the back of my door, crushed the brand new mirror into the side of the truck as she ripped her mirror off. The damage on her new Mustang was from the front fender, across the door, and into the back quarter panel. I won’t know till I get the accident report, but I have a feeling the car belonged to someone else, perhaps a sugar daddy.
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If you still win, you could see the doors pushed in a couple inches.
When I slammed on the brakes and slammed on the clutch, my left foot slipped off the clutch, and my knee banged into the little protrusion above the brake release. What brilliant Ford engineer put that little protrusion right there on the otherwise smooth under dash? I hit the brake so hard that it actually stalled the engine as the truck stopped. Good brakes!
Having been through this before, and having managed fleets of vehicles, after I caught my breath that made sure Lincoln and I were both OK, I got out and took a picture of the back of her license plate. Unfortunately people who hit and run are very common in Atlanta.
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I won’t share all the damage pictures, but the brand new for me mirror got pushed in with the door, but fortunately she missed the new for me CB antenna mount. It might be of interest to note in the picture, which was taken exactly where I stopped, I’m a foot or foot and a half inside my lane.
When she got out of her car, almost charging me, I was subject to a tirade of foul swear words and threats that would frighten Arnold Schwarzenegger. She darted around the side of my truck to take a picture of the license plate since I was taking a picture of hers, and then the only humorous thing of the incident happened.
When she saw my sheriffs association license plate, she stopped dead in her tracks with a dazed face and asked me if I was a sheriff. I said “no, I’m in the sheriffs association, but you can meet the sheriff in a minute, I’m calling the police”. Dazed, she quietly got back into her car which she had moved in front of mine.
Well, 3 1/2 hours later after the police and the emergency clinic to get an x-ray on my knee, I missed my date with the cute little brunette, not that I would’ve been good company anyway, and I’m going to take the rest of the day off in the recliner.
Fortunately, there was no doubt she was at fault, but say a prayer for my sanity, I just don’t need any of this kind of stuff at this point in my life.
Sorry to burden you guys, but I’m pissed, and I’m upset! But I raise my thoughts to Him in heaven, and I repeat to myself if this is the worst thing that happens to me, I’m in good shape.
