herveus

There must be a curse on our vehicles.

Today, driving home from work, in Megan's little red car, some moron driving a tractor-trailer rig decides to pull off the shoulder without bothering to pay attention to traffic. The car in front of me stops vigorously. I needed another 18 inches. If I hadn't checked the traffic I was about to be merging with, I almost certainly would have had the time and space to stop.

Fortunately, the damage is all bodywork. Bumper cover; hood; some grillwork; a front fender. No dripping of fluids, thankfully.

We haven't had that car two weeks yet. That milestone is tomorrow.

*mutter*

I'm hoping that my new car will arrive tomorrow or the next day. Until then, there will be a rental once I take the car into the shop.

I wasn't going too fast, nor following too closely. This happened on the ramp from the outer loop to US 50 toward Annapolis. Trucks like to pull over on the wide shoulder to stop and rest. That, of course, meant that there was no place to dodge either.

When the insurance guy asked me who I thought was at fault, I pinned that tail on the anonymous truck driver.