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Originally Posted by 2Muchmark

Accident Story: Protech yourself from scumbag Fathers of idiot drivers.


A few years ago in my T/A I stopped at a red. The person behind me in a van decided that she just didn't feel like stopping quickly enough, and hit me in the back.

I got out of my car, checked to see if she was ok (she was). Checked for damage (bad dent in my fender, broken tail light). No big deal. Her car had only a scracth as she turned at the last minute, and hit me with the corner of her van.

When I started to call the police to file an accident report she BEGGED ME NOT TO DO IT. "Please don't call my father will kill me blah blah blah blah". I told her there was at least a thousand dollars damage to my car, but she begged and pleaded with me not to call the police.

She then went on to beg me not to file an insurance claim and that she would pay for any damage out of her own pocket.

She seemed like a nice enough girl. I wondered if she was drunk, stoned or had some other reason she might be afraid of the cops, but I brushed that aside. She just seemed like a normal young girl afraid of her (or her parents) insurance rates going up.

Like a freakin' IDIOT, I let her off the hook. We traded contact information and just to be sure, I wrote down her plate number. She promised to pay the bill once I had everything fixed, and that would be that.

Oooops.

OOPS.

$2140.65 later, my car is fixed. Bumper was worse than I thought, tail light more expensive than I thought. Paint job, etc. I paid it, and then proceeded to get in contact with the girl.

Surprise! She wouldn't talk to me. Her Freakin' dumb as FATHER gets on the phone. "No sir my daughter would never do that. She knows not to take the family van when she's not allowed to. No no nonnonononono she is an excellent driver I taught her myself".

You can imagine how the conversation went from there.

Later that day the daughter called me back, laughed at me, and told me to go F myself. "I'm his princess and I always get my way so there". Quite a big difference from the near-crying girl in the fenderbender last month to the spoiled stupid bitch talking to me now.

So anyway, Camaro drivers. Your Cammy is your baby and the minute some stupid BEEOTCH or stupid JERK hits, smacks, scratches, or even looks funny at your car, CALL THE COPS or CALL YOUR INSURANCE COMPANY. Don't fall for a hard-luck story like I did. Let them cry their shitty-driving eyes out while you make the call. Too F'n bad if their insurance rates goes up. They shouldn't be on the road in the first place.

So... you have her information. Pay her a visit. If that doesn't work, call the police and hire an atty.