February 12th, 2011

A crazy, crazy ride home: Rear-ended by a Lexus & then almost again 45 minutes later...

~Saturday~  I had a lazy, lazy day today. I never made it to the gym, but I did make it into my holiday bin to retrieve some of the red and white tissue paper to use in a Valentine's Day basket I'm putting together.

I finished up some leftover spaghetti tonight, and to that sauce I'd already added sausage to, I added some diced up Pimento-stuffed Spanish Olives and some diced sharp cheddar cheese. Tasty.

I met Joe at Flex at 10:00, where it was just meh. Always a pleasure running into Brother and Bob there, though, which we did, and the music was pretty decent and the "theme" was: "Rock of Love: Chocolate Fountain, Men & Love." No comment.

At just before 1:00, Joe and I headed over to Legends and we walked with Rip (yes, that's the guy's name), and he paid for Joe's and my cover, which was very nice, but when I showed the guy at the door my VIP card (which gets me and my guest in free), he called Rip back and gave him his money back. I bought Rip a drink once inside.

We left Legends at close to 2:00, and just poked our heads back in Flex, since we were parked there, and the place was pretty empty, so we just left.



I was stopped, behind a taxi cab, at a red light at the intersection of Boylan Avenue and Hillsborough Street, when the rear-end of my car was absolutely plowed by a 2004 Lexus. I don't know if the driver was on the phone or texting or what, but she obviously didn't realize that we were stopped for the red light and she just slammed right into me.

Joe was a little further back and was annoyed with the traffic situation and when he pulled into the other lane to pass her, he saw me getting out of my car, and thought, "Oh shit! That's my sistah!" Or something to that effect, and he pulled over into the Chargrill parking lot, which was right where we were.

Cell Phone Photo of the Lexus Captured by Joe
Perp's wrecked Lexus


I thought I was pushed forward enough that I hit the cab in front of me, but when he got out and walked back to my car, he said I didn't hit him. He looked at his bumper a couple of times, and repeated, "No."

I was standing behind my car when the lady in the Lexus got out, and she was an absolute wreck. She had platinum blond hair, and she started crying as soon as she got to me. "I'm sorry," she said, and her mascara and eyeliner starting streaking down her face.

I looked at my bumper trying to assess the damage to my car, and she said, crying, "Don't worry about that, my daddy will pay for your car."

Shortly thereafter, Officer B.M. Harrison arrived on the scene:

Police car with flashing blue light


After taking my driver's license and registration, he asked me a couple of questions to "establish that she was indeed behind the wheel at one point," since she was already out of her car when he'd arrived.

He called a tow truck, as her car obviously wasn't going anywhere, and when it arrived it pulled up in front of my car, which was still in front of hers.

I said to the officer, "He's not going to tow my car, is he?" and he signaled to the guy that it wasn't the Camry, and he asked me to go move my car into the parking lot of, ironically, an auto body shop and garage right there across from the Chargrill.

While Officer Harrison was waiting for all of the paperwork to clear, Joe and I watched as he took the young lady to the sidewalk and shined a bright light into her eyes and asked her to follow it. I watched her eyes move back and forth, in the midst of the black streaks on her cheeks and the tears that continued to fall.

He eventually handed me a piece of paper with the title that said:

Driver Exchange Form
compliments of the
Raleigh Police Department

I thanked Joe for hanging out with me and I took Boylan over to Western Boulevard, and in the two-lane left-hand turn lane on Western Boulevard that turns onto Avent Ferry Road, I pulled up to the red light in the right lane as there was already a car in the left lane.

All of a sudden, a car comes flying up the left lane and plows right into that car to the left of me! OMFG! I hear that same fiberglass on fiberglass crack and then metal making its impact at some point, which I'd just heard and felt about 45 minutes ago.

Two, what looked like NC State students, got out of the car that had gotten hit, and I swear the driver looked plastered. The guy that was in the back seat on the driver's side got out, too, and facing the car behind them that hit them, threw his hands up in the air, and pumping them said, "WHAT THE FUUUUUCK???"

Several thoughts raced through my mind:

  1. Oh my god! If I'd've been in that lane, I would have gotten hit again, within an hour.

  2. Or if that car would have pulled up in my lane, it would have plowed me.

  3. Should I offer them my name as a witness?

  4. Oh boy. It looks like this could get very confrontational. I'm leaving this alone.

  5. I'll watch online for an ad that asks if "anyone witnessed an accident at..." and respond if I see one.

  6. I just want to get my ass home safely. It's fucking crazy out here tonight.

I called Joe to tell him what had just happened, and he told me that before he was able to pull out from the Chargrill parking lot, that cop had tried to administer a breathalyser to that girl who had hit me, and it looked like she refused it. She didn't shake her head no or anything, she just kept her lips closed tight.

He cuffed her and put her in the back of the patrol car. Guess daddy will be picking her up downtown.



These pictures are from Sunday morning, but I wanted to go ahead and include them in this blog entry for posterity:

Rear End Damage
Rear bumper


Cracked Rear Bumper

Close up on cracked rear bumper


Tailpipe Damage

Tailpipe damage


Spare Tire Well in Trunk Popped Up from Damage Underneath

Spare tire well bulging up inside trunk from damage under the car


I was never more glad to be home safe and sound.