<p>I was driving on the freeway and two lanes were about to merge. My lane and another to my right. This guy driving a sports car was speeding 70-80 mph to my right, apparently did not see that the lanes were merging (or he's an idiot), and he was about to hit me on my right. I had a split second to decide what I was going to do, and I saw that there was a car close behind me so if I braked suddenly, I'd get smashed in from behind. So I sort of panicked, not knowing what to do. And I slightly veered to the left to avoid the sports car, hoping desperately there was no one to my left. But there was. I ended up hitting that car while the black sports car driver sped away, probably not even noticing. </p>
<p>And I'm so lucky that I didn't end up hurting anyone, but it is definitely not going to be a fun night when my dear mother comes home.</p>
<p>Sigh, I'm currently broke and unemployed, so I'm selling some of my possessions to pay for this.</p>
<p>You should have done your best to jack up the guy in the sports car. Better that the guilty should suffer disproportionately than that the innocent should suffer at all.</p>
<p>^^^Depends on how much the insurance covers. Fortunately we both have insurance, and we both pretty much established that it was my fault because she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So ideally, I will only have to pay an initial fee of $500 and the insurance will kick in. But you never know. Oh well, such is the beauty (grrr) of life.</p>
<p>Funny thing is, I was doing something–erm–morally questionable this morning, which caused me to start driving late. Had I not been doing said act, I would have avoided this whole thing. If there is such a thing as a divine sign, then I’m guessing this is it lol. A divine slap in the face. Or just karma</p>
<p>I think from now on I’ll carry a shotgun in my glove compartment and just headshot every hotshot in a sportscar I see</p>
<p>Haha, well, my mom came home and needless to say, she is ****ed. But she doesn’t yell. My Mom just acts really cold and treats you like crap for a month, and no 4.0 GPA or scholastic achievement will save you. This will be a very long summer…</p>
<p>Damn, that sucks. But at least no one was hurt, and the damages can be payed for. Although there’s nothing you can really do about rising insurance costs. Next time, I would just honk the horn and either wait for the inevitable collision or hope he slows down enough to let you through. Since you can easily prove that it was his fault (his lane merged unto yours), you should’ve let him take the fall instead.</p>
<p>I came close to a deadly collision once as well. I was driving behind my friends’ cars to a restaurant for a late dinner. We were approaching a traffic light and it turned red, but instead of flooring it like anticipated my friend in front slammed his brakes. Now, we’ve been pretty much tailgating each other the whole way, so when he stopped short it caused a ridiculous panic. The friend behind him slammed down on her brakes, smoke pouring from her tires, which forced me to decide between slamming on my own brakes and having the friend behind probably crash into me or turning out and hoping no one was there. I turned out because out of the corner of my eye I didn’t see anyone. I got lucky, but I turned too sharply and lost control, so my tires slid against the wheel as I kept turning back and forth, slipping this way and that across two lanes until I finally gained control and brought my car to a stop.</p>