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re: Just backed into the New Neighbors Vechicle
Posted on 5/28/14 at 10:42 am to sgallo3
Posted on 5/28/14 at 10:42 am to sgallo3
My wife did this to my old grand Cherokee one morning when I was out of town. We were young and living in a townhouse. She just HAD to park in the single garage while I was gone. So I parked the truck at the end of the driveway so she would have room to pull in around it and back out around it each day. I left on a Monday. Coworker picked me up early and I rode with him to our client. Tuesday morning I get a call from the wife, in tears, saying she had been in a wreck. Once I realized she wasn't hurt, I asked her what happened. She backed right into the truck. Laughing probably wasn't the best idea but I had told her repeatedly over the weekend to just leave it in the garage and park hers outside. It did 3,500 in damages to the accord. There wasn't a scratch on the Cherokee.
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Posted on 5/28/14 at 11:42 am to Gaston
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I saw a $250k BMW Z8 (that's what he paid, no shite) wrecked into a garage door this way. Me and another guy were standing in front of it with the garage door down, we were all inside the garage, and his roommate decided to start it for us. Pinned the other guy into the door...it was pretty epic. I had to do major work on the garage door to even open it.
He paid a fortune! And damn, that makes me feel a lot better
Posted on 5/28/14 at 11:57 am to Gaston
I saw a $250k BMW Z8 (that's what he paid, no shite) wrecked into a garage door this way. Me and another guy were standing in front of it with the garage door down, we were all inside the garage, and his roommate decided to start it for us. Pinned the other guy into the door...it was pretty epic. I had to do major work on the garage door to even open it.
Said Beemer would have a "clutch cancel" switch that's purpoSe is to not allow start unless clutch is fully depressed. Starting up on gear=not possible.
A 250,000 car better have a clutch cancel!
Said Beemer would have a "clutch cancel" switch that's purpoSe is to not allow start unless clutch is fully depressed. Starting up on gear=not possible.
A 250,000 car better have a clutch cancel!
Posted on 5/28/14 at 12:07 pm to windmill
Bimmer.
Posted on 5/28/14 at 6:18 pm to HebertFest08
quote:
Soccerfüt wrote: quote: Any higher deductible lowers your carrier's potential exposure. Lower exposure = lower premiums for you.
HebertFest08 responded:
What does that have to do with OT poor? OT poor people would carry higher deductibles.... Am I wrong? Also, the amount of money you would save going from $500 to $1000 is minimal at best.. Going independent doesn't necessarily mean better either...
Ask any Insurance agent what deductible the majority of poor folks ask for: here's the answer- it's the lowest possible deductible. They are frightened of the out-of-pocket exposure in case they have a claim. Price the exact same auto insurance policy from the same carrier with the only difference being a deductible ranging from $500 to $1000 to $2000 to $5000. The highest deductible policy is much cheaper than the lowest.
As to any person who thinks that an insurance agent who can only write from one company (State Farm, Allstate, etc...) which represents the interests of his policyholders over the firm which sets his/her rates and signs their paycheck is not particularly sophisticated in the world of business.
This post was edited on 5/28/14 at 6:19 pm
Posted on 5/28/14 at 6:54 pm to FLObserver
At least it wasn't a person. ..A few years ago, a child was backed over and killed that way...In DS or Walker area.
Posted on 5/28/14 at 6:57 pm to FLObserver
Felling your pain.
While in college, I was helping out my Dad one weekend at his house repairing and staining some redwood outdoor furniture and also some of the same to his backyard fence.
He had left a hose halfway uncoiled on the patio that he had used for something and when he came home from work he got pissy about it grumbled some, accusing me of always leaving the hose and stuff out. (Fact: I have since I can remember had an ADD/Compulsive need to clean tools, brushes, hoses and store them neatly)
So, when he kept up about it, I grumbled back a bit (After all, I had been sweating my arse off for about two days-that was my jackass justification for backtalk)
Anyway, I put up all the stuff I had been using (except the hose-continuing to be a jackass as I worked myself up about Dad's bad mood), went in to the folks house, showered and put on some clothes I had brought so I could meet friends to crawl around Fat City bars.
I was greeted in the kitchen as I was heading out the backdoor by my Dad who was triple livid, discerning that I had showed my arse passively aggressively by putting up everything but the hose. An infantry captain and D-Day survivor, he would have preferred me taking a poke at him to pussification.
So, we walked out the backdoor and along the patio, shoulder to shoulder, actually stepping over the hose, each growling at each other out of the sides of our mouths-me promising to put the hose up later and telling him I was late (like getting hammered had a real start time or wouldn't start if I was tardy), he telling me that he had things to do and didn't have time to argue with an idiot. The parting was, one might say, acrimonious.
I went to my 1969 Chevy Impala parked under the carport and he to his new model of the same.
I got in, angrily put the key in the ignition, fired her up, slammed her into reverse-
Heard a loud honk and looked up into the rearview mirror to see my Dad's lobster red face as I backed into his car.
We both got out, stood shoulder to shoulder looking for damage and seeing none looked at each other, said nothing and went our ways.
My Dad was a great man. He never, ever mentioned that to me or told anyone else about it.
While in college, I was helping out my Dad one weekend at his house repairing and staining some redwood outdoor furniture and also some of the same to his backyard fence.
He had left a hose halfway uncoiled on the patio that he had used for something and when he came home from work he got pissy about it grumbled some, accusing me of always leaving the hose and stuff out. (Fact: I have since I can remember had an ADD/Compulsive need to clean tools, brushes, hoses and store them neatly)
So, when he kept up about it, I grumbled back a bit (After all, I had been sweating my arse off for about two days-that was my jackass justification for backtalk)
Anyway, I put up all the stuff I had been using (except the hose-continuing to be a jackass as I worked myself up about Dad's bad mood), went in to the folks house, showered and put on some clothes I had brought so I could meet friends to crawl around Fat City bars.
I was greeted in the kitchen as I was heading out the backdoor by my Dad who was triple livid, discerning that I had showed my arse passively aggressively by putting up everything but the hose. An infantry captain and D-Day survivor, he would have preferred me taking a poke at him to pussification.
So, we walked out the backdoor and along the patio, shoulder to shoulder, actually stepping over the hose, each growling at each other out of the sides of our mouths-me promising to put the hose up later and telling him I was late (like getting hammered had a real start time or wouldn't start if I was tardy), he telling me that he had things to do and didn't have time to argue with an idiot. The parting was, one might say, acrimonious.
I went to my 1969 Chevy Impala parked under the carport and he to his new model of the same.
I got in, angrily put the key in the ignition, fired her up, slammed her into reverse-
Heard a loud honk and looked up into the rearview mirror to see my Dad's lobster red face as I backed into his car.
We both got out, stood shoulder to shoulder looking for damage and seeing none looked at each other, said nothing and went our ways.
My Dad was a great man. He never, ever mentioned that to me or told anyone else about it.
Posted on 5/28/14 at 7:02 pm to FLObserver
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Vechicle
Not surprised. Did the police hold you down and extract blood?
Posted on 5/28/14 at 7:16 pm to FLObserver
quote:you don't say?
Now i have no common since.
Posted on 5/28/14 at 7:31 pm to FLObserver
When I lived in CCE in Covington, my next door neighbor backed over the across the street neighbor's mailbox at least 3 times. This was one of those cast iron frame mailboxes. My next door neighbor referred to it as the Fuking Monument. It was hilarious to watch...and hear. We would hear the crash/thump and know he hit it again.
Posted on 5/28/14 at 8:18 pm to FLObserver
The attorney who lives two houses down from me goes out of his way to park the POS truck he never uses behind my driveway for weeks at a time. I think he either wants me to hit it or enjoys watching me struggle to get out of my driveway.
I'm tempted to hit it, with a sledge hammer.
I'm tempted to hit it, with a sledge hammer.
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