Wednesday, September 13, 2006
TAG, I'm hit.
My wife is a Veterinarian, and says that many dogs who get hit by cars come in with a full belly. It seems that they become a bit less observant while fat and happy. Well, that might be the case with people too. (No, my insurance agent, does not have this blog address- I admit nothing!) After a particularly satisfying breakfast on a beautiful sunny day, I decided to exorcise the Ghost Dancer, and brought 'er downtown. Crossing Broadway Avenue, the southbound lane was at a standstill, and some kindly drivers made space, waving me across. Now, I've seen this happen before, but visibility is always a challenge when nosing out of bumper-to-bumper traffic. Needless to say (so I'll write it), I got tagged by cross-traffic when the little Ghia emerged. Once I saw the Red (Dodge) Avenger approaching, I stomped on the gas, but couldn't get out of the way in time, and got solidly smacked in the rear passenger quarter. Sheetmetal damage was minimized because the Avenger hit my axle quite squarely. If I'd been hit two feet forward, the car would be totalled, and two feet aft, I'd be looking for an entire rear clip, and probably an engine as well.
Thank goodness for minor graces... Anybody need a used transaxle- cheap?
Posted by Jay Donnaway