Kathleen was merrily driving her blue bug to the shop this morning. She'd received a recall notice for a potential problem on the fuel line. Northbound traffic on 169 had stopped, as it often does on this heavily-used freeway near its intersection with 494. As she sat idling on a bridge, she could see the white truck coming in her rear view mirror. Crash. Her first call was to 911, the second to her husband. "I'm alright," she said first, not wishing to stress him. And she is. The driver quickly acknowledged his error and then gave her a piece of paper with some information on it. But this isn't Kathleen's first rodeo. "You're not leaving the scene of this accident," she firmly informed the driver. She's been stiffed by a rear-ending motorist before, one who eventually denied that the accident ever occurred. And it turns out that the information first provided today wasn't exactly correct, it mentioned the wrong insurance company, the state trooper soon confirmed.
We hope to have the $1700 worth of damage repaired in a week or so. . . then we'll see about that fuel line.
The joys of auto ownership.
