A Stones Throw 10-13-16

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My car was totaled two weeks ago. Even though I do not believe the story given by the young driver, I have sympathy for her.

I first met her when I got out of my car after being T-boned just behind the driver’s door. She hit me hard enough to spin my car 270 degrees. As soon as my car came to rest, I got out of it to check on the other driver.

The other driver was getting out of her car at the same time. She had her phone in her hand and seemed to be texting.

I asked her if she had been texting when she hit me.

She said “no.” Instead she said she had stopped at the stop sign but didn’t see me because her windshield was fogged over due to the rain.

I could have come up with a better story, I think. After all, the rain had stopped about an hour earlier. That, plus she generated enough speed with a 2002 Nissan to spin a 4,000 pound car 270 degrees – all that in less than 100 feet from the stop sign.

Still, I have sympathy for her – and her Dad.

She has had her driver’s license less than two months. Her Dad – He pays the car insurance.

While I lost my car, neither of us was injured.

That didn’t keep me from receiving a “very important” letter last week.

The letter began with – “It has come to our attention that you were recently in an automobile accident. Quite often people in your situation are not sure of their legal rights and would like to consult an attorney.” The letter continued with an offer to help me get everything I deserved.

I have seen a lot of television shows that include “ambulance chasing” attorneys, but this was my first real introduction. I have to admit, I started to tear up the letter, but then I thought, wait, this could be the integral part of my next (this) column.

So, thanks Paige.

I have no interest in you or your offer, but I have seen a few drivers in the past week who might help you.

Last week I was driving on Highway 156, heading up-river (I have no idea what direction I am going half the time around here,) between the Patriot Land Development and Hilltop Resources.

I guess I was going a little slow.

I had my cruise control set at 55 mph – but – not good enough.

Instead, a pickup truck decided to pass me on a double-yellow line curve. My thoughts as he literally flew around the curve – in the wrong lane – were, first: would I even stop to help an idiot like that if he hit a vehicle coming toward him?

I decided I would have to stop in order to check on anyone in the other vehicle.

My other thought was that Paige might need to write another letter – not to him, but to whomever he hit.

Luckily, the driver of the pickup made it around the curve and back into the proper lane without meeting another vehicle. I guess the driver felt pretty good about that since the last I saw of him was while he was passing another pickup on another set of double-yellow lines.

Idiocy? Luck? Or, something else?

Since I held no ill will for the young driver who totaled my car, I decided the driver of the pick-up must have just misunderstood what the yellow lines mean. I think he must look at yellow lines the same way I look at yellow traffic lights.

As I approach an intersection, if the light turns to yellow, I sometimes go through the intersection, knowing I can get through before the light turns red.

I think the pick-up driver looks at the yellow lines on the road in the same way. And, since there is no red line at the end of the yellow lanes, he never has to worry.

I have to admit, when I came up with this thought, I decided it was about as ridiculous a thought as I have had for a while. That is, until I was on my way back home from Rising Sun.

While on the way home, once again I had a pickup (not the same one as earlier) pass me on double-yellow lines. I decided my yellow line – yellow light theory might not be as crazy as it seems.

This pickup started to pass when the double lines started and finished his pass just as the double yellow lines ended.

So, idiocy, luck, or something else?

Either way: Paige, pay attention – an ambulance chaser may be needed soon.

– Mike Cooney