A year or so ago my friends experienced a terrifying car crash. They were rear-ended by a coal truck as they were turning in to the driveway of the local vet where they’d gone to pick up their dog who’d spent a couple nights there while its people had gone to a nearby town to visit family.
It was awful. Neither of them were seriously hurt (nor was the driver of the coal truck) but the damage to their car made it look like a crash no one could have survived. They drove a Ford Escape. In the back was part of an engine of a 1950s era T-bird. The well-designed back end and the heavy metal of the T-bird part did a lot to protect my friends.
They’ve only recently been able to sort out the insurance claim even though the coal company was cooperative.
The day of that crash, I had a little one of my own. My car — a Ford Focus hatchback — was rear-ended by a Dodge Ram Truck.
Relax. There was a LOT more damage to the truck than to my Focus. Strange, huh? I thought so. All the damage to my car was three little divots from the truck’s license plate frame. The truck’s hood would no longer close and the bumper was dislocated.
The truck was driven by a kid, so I had the honor of being his first accident. With my California mentality, such an accident is no-harm no-foul. Still, the kid and his father (who runs a body-shop) were very worried that I didn’t really mean, “Forget about it.”
But I did mean it.