Poor old Minnie Van Nice ain’t quite so nice anymore. I got rear-ended coming into Lunchbucket today on Hwy 8 just past the Bland River bridge. Three in the afternoon, heavy traffic moving fast, heavy rain coming down hard. All of a sudden the cars in front of me were stopping. Very quick. I slammed on the brakes and managed to avoid hitting the guy in front. The young woman behind me wasn’t quite so fortunate. And the guy behind her. Luckily for me, she wasn’t going fast enough by the time she hit me to push me into the car in front.
Nobody hurt (so far). But the last guy in our line of vehicles did a pretty good crunch job on the front of his 94 Saturn cuz he smacked into a trailer hitch on the back of the Jeep Cherokee. The Cherokee cracked its front bumper (which had only just been replaced two days ago) on my rear. And now Minnie’s rear bumper’s all bent out of shape, and the back door’s stiff and sore. Not closing very well.
Call the police. Report filed. Took an hour. Quite remarkable, really. I guess we hit a slow time. Two police came to take statements. They charged the other two with following too close. No kidding. (However, really, everyone was following too close and going too fast. They were just the unlucky ones….And me, for being in front of them.)
I saw her coming in the rear view. But there was nowhere to go and before it happened I was resigned to getting hit. You might say the whole episode put a dent in the rest of my day.
Meanwhile, I'll be taking Ibuprofen before I go to bed tonight. The OPP officer said I'd probably feel like a pretzel in the morning.