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2 is the magic number...

...where 2 is equal to the number of consecutive years in which I've been involved in an accident where A) I was completely stopped, or almost completely stopped, B) The driver of the other vehicle was an inattentive, teenage, female driver and C) not my fault in the least bit.

On the bright side, nobody was hurt. This was the company's car this time, so I won't have to deal with the massive insurance nightmare again. I got to spend practically the last 3 hours of work today doing nothing (had to wait for a ride coming from an hour away.)

:rollno::cool::rollno:
 
[quote='I Wish I Was a Girl' - Violent Delight]
But if I was a girl I couldn't drive no more
Cos I couldn't tell the difference between the clutch and the door
I'd get mood swings and I'd have to shave my pits
But I wouldn't really care cos I would have massive [breasts]
[/quote]

:ninja:
 
...where 2 is equal to the number of consecutive years in which I've been involved in an accident where A) I was completely stopped, or almost completely stopped, B) The driver of the other vehicle was an inattentive, teenage, female driver and C) not my fault in the least bit.

On the bright side, nobody was hurt. This was the company's car this time, so I won't have to deal with the massive insurance nightmare again. I got to spend practically the last 3 hours of work today doing nothing (had to wait for a ride coming from an hour away.)

:rollno::cool::rollno:

Glad you weren't hurt either time. A good friend had this happened recently - the other driver (teenage female) was texting. My friend was badly hurt. Several months later, she's still in a lot of pain and dealing with medical consequences.
Pisses me off.
 
Teenage girls in cars are my biggest fear as a motorcyclist. Every day on campus I see at least 3 cars attempt to pull in front of me while on the phone, speed through an area on the phone, or not stop at stop signs, cause they're texting.
 
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