zeroSignal
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Last night, around 2 am, I had a somewhat nasty car accident. I'm completely fine, not even a scuff on me, and the other driver is fine aswell, apart from some bumps and bruises. Although I do feel quite pissed off about the whole thing, I kinda feel sad for the guy.
Anyway, I was going down a street, and many tiny streets intersect with it. I have the right of way all the way down the street. I had just turned into it, and was not going fast, probably around 40-50-ish km/h. Suddently, out of a side street, this cab driver decides to go for it and not wait for me to get past. I slammed the brakes, but since my car does not have ABS (Fiat Cinquecento), the wheels blocked and I slammed right into his co-drivers door and front right fender. Pretty big crash. The front of my car is busted, but repairable. He was driving a very old Fiat Uno. As I slammed into him, his mommentum kept him going (so he was not going slow, as he claims) and his car hit a tree, roughly 3 meters away from the crash site, at which point, his front-right fender fell off.
Cops came, took pictures, made sketches, went on their merry way.
I firmly believe that I'm not at fault. I did have the right of way, not to mention that the street was dark, and if he had stopped and looked, he would have seen my headlights. But he obviously didn't stop at all. 0.00 on the breathalyzer, both of us.
I'm still somewhat shaken up. Sometimes I fucking hate driving.
Anyway, I was going down a street, and many tiny streets intersect with it. I have the right of way all the way down the street. I had just turned into it, and was not going fast, probably around 40-50-ish km/h. Suddently, out of a side street, this cab driver decides to go for it and not wait for me to get past. I slammed the brakes, but since my car does not have ABS (Fiat Cinquecento), the wheels blocked and I slammed right into his co-drivers door and front right fender. Pretty big crash. The front of my car is busted, but repairable. He was driving a very old Fiat Uno. As I slammed into him, his mommentum kept him going (so he was not going slow, as he claims) and his car hit a tree, roughly 3 meters away from the crash site, at which point, his front-right fender fell off.
Cops came, took pictures, made sketches, went on their merry way.
I firmly believe that I'm not at fault. I did have the right of way, not to mention that the street was dark, and if he had stopped and looked, he would have seen my headlights. But he obviously didn't stop at all. 0.00 on the breathalyzer, both of us.
I'm still somewhat shaken up. Sometimes I fucking hate driving.
