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Failing To Yield

There I was driving home and listening to NPR, when suddenly this huge bumper filled my field of vision and my car stopped with a sick screeching sound. A dump truck, luckily sans load, had made a left turn without yielding to oncoming traffic (me).

After calling the police I called my insurance, and despite my shaking knees I had to laugh when the person at the other end asked me “Did the other driver wear a seat belt?” I didn’t even see the other driver — he was sitting way above this gigantic bumper and aggressive radiator, well outside my field of vision.

The truck did not have a scratch. There was some paint off my car on the bumper. That was all.

The truck driver’s insurance company organized a rental car for me. The next day they told me that the repairs would exceed the book value of the car (it was a ’98 model), so I signed over the title and they gave me my check. It all went without a hitch.

Eric, a friend at the local Ford dealership, got me into a “pre-owned” vehicle the same day for a very fair price. I am still a bit nervous around dump trucks, though.


3 Responses to “Failing To Yield”

  1. Robin says:

    Ouch, but thank heavens you’re alright!

  2. Michael says:

    Thanks, Robin. Even though there was a moment when I felt like in Steven Spielberg’s “Duel,” I am really glad it didn’t turn that dramatic…

  3. Klara says:

    *huggs you* You know my thoughts on the matter.


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