Some of you may remember last fall when a bunch of my very good friends all got together and gave me a 1961 Chev Biscayne. Well, last night was it's maiden voyage after the long winter we had here in Saskatchewan. We planned for a week or so to get are cars together and meet at one of the grocerie store parking lots along the main cruzing strips in town.I had to work yesterday, so the minute I got off work I headed over to my friend Brad's place where my car was stored for the winter. I got the plates renewed the car fired up and purred like a kitten and I ran it back to my work where I can check it over,etc. This was around 5:00 pm. I got it checked over, gave it a quick wash and headed over to the lot where everyone was going to meet, the lot is only about three blocks from my work where I was working on my car.
We had fun, there was only about a half dozen cars there but people were walking and driving by taking pictures talking with us. I had quite a bit of interest in my old car, even with the rough paint and interior, but still a cool looking old car.
10:30 rolled around and it started to cool off and wind getting up, so time to go. I only had a coupla blocks to go back to the shop and put my car back in. I pulled out of the parking lot onto the far rite hand lane and going down the street, shift into second gear cruzing along and KAPOW!A kid, probably around 17, in a Pontiac G-5 piledrove me in the left quater panel.
I didn't even realized what happened, for a split second I thought the trans piled up and locked everything up, and then my neck was sore and realized I got hit. At the same time the kid was going past me on the left side partly out of control looking at me and I was looking at him, we pulled into a Dairy Queen parking lot and the cops followed us in, they were right there at the intersection when we went by.
The kid had to been hauling a$$ because it ripped his whole rite front of his car off, his fender was jammed in my quarter, the apron, rad support and upper rail was back to his firewall, just demolished. My old girl didn't fare too well either, the frame is bent and twisted like a pretzel and the quater, trunk floor, trunk lid everything was buckled up to the back door.
Only got one outing and 3 hours of enjoyment out of it. I gotta phone SGI tomorrow and put in a claim, not gonna get to much as I only put antique plates on it so it's only going to be around $700 because I haven't done anything to the car yet so no appraisals.
I would bet dollars to donuts that the kid was texting while he was driving and looked up and I was rite there, ya know, he didn't come and say anything or even acknowledge the accident. I yanked his fender out of my quarter and brought it over to him and asked if he was o.k.
What a night.