First Car Collision
Friday, Approximately 8:45 p.m. I, Chris Blight, was backing out of so and so’s driveway. I checked my rearview, and then turned to look behind me. I didn’t see the gray car in the dark of night. As I pulled out, I turned to check again for traffic from behind, noticing in my mirror, a dim reflection of my brake light off the body of the car, I stepped hard on the brake of my 89 Plymouth Voyager just as I heard contact between cars. I pulled forward and stopped to look at the damage. First I noticed that the left tail light covering on my car had broken and part of it was lying on the ground. I then noticed that a dent was left above their front left tire. I pulled into their drive way and went to the front door. I asked for the owner of the car, talked for a little while, and we then exchanged information. Her name was Karen. I never paid for that vehicle, she never called, and my insurance company never heard about it. My guess is that she lost my info. But she was really nice about it and hit on me, saying that the damage could be pounded out, don’t worry about, and she mentioned how it was her step dad’s car, and he was rich and was spoiling her, just to win her mother’s affection. Sounded agreeable enough to me…