dynamic elf

So, on the way home from fennel's tonight, I got hit by a car. That's not the interesting part. I'm fine. The entire driver's side of my car, bumper to bumper, is pretty well fucked, and I had to bend a panel a bit to get my door to open, but I was able to drive the car home. Really, I'm fine.

Here's how it went: I was driving up the street in the right lane, and a sedan full of drunk teenagers (one standing up out of the sunroof) ZOOMS forward, cuts a hard right, and bangs his front end into my door, spinning me 180 degrees. Sunroof guy gets a sunroof in the stomach and sits down, and the driver takes off. I note 5 out of 6 license plate digits (dammit!). Some car goes zooming off after the sedan and honks its horn a little, and I recover enough to pull my car off to the side of the road.

I immediately phone dilletante to say "I just got hit by a car but I'm fine", and before I can even finish the thought, a cop pulls up. I give him the part of the license plate I have, but apparently that's not enough. Crap. The witness who called it in didn't see the plate at all, so he files it as a hit and run, giving me an incident number to give it to my insurance company. We were heading back to our cars when a big shiny black SUV comes SCREECHING up behind us; apparently, this was the honking vehicle. They'd chased the Ship Of Assholes through a couple of towns to get the plate. Sadly, they misremembered one of the digits, too, but they had the make and model and color of the car and stood around discussing the incident with me and the cop for a while. They were adorable: a big guy, all "It was an Audi A4, dark blue. I KNOW CARS, man, it was an A4," and his tiny excitable girlfriend who'd tried to take a photo with her cell phone. "Yeah! I hope they catch 'em! You don't just DO that! You don't DO stuff like that! Fuckers!" She bounced. A lot.

A car full of reckless drunk assholes is apparently easy to spot, especially if you know what the car looks like, since not five minutes later, they'd been pulled over. Ha-HA! Ha ha ha. Neighborly SUV to the rescue!

Anyway, after all of that, I carefully sealed myself back in the car and drove the block and a half back home. You know what my first thought was, as soon as I realized I was being hit at high speed? Nothing about me, or seatbelts, or the car, or the assholes. It was "holy fuck, I'm glad N isn't in here."

Unexpected side benefit: Now I don't have to pay out of pocket to get that front left fender dent removed!