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What a day today has been. One minute I'm lying on my bed watching TV, the next I'm in the Accident and Emergency unit at Northampton General Hospital.
Phone rang; dad answered downstairs. Heard parts of the conversation...
"Where are you?"
"Calm down."
"Are you okay?"
"Okay, don't worry, we'll find it."
Then dad calls up.
"Adam!"
"Yeah?"
"Mum's been involved in a car accident on the dual carriageway."
That's the fear.
Mum had gone out shopping with my aunt and a couple of my aunt's Grandchildren. They'd just dropped off one of the kids, and my aunt was stopped at a junction waiting to turn on to the dual carriageway to bring mum home.
Suddenly a van had turned off the carriageway travelling too fast, and hit my aunt's car head-on, knocking it about 20-30 feet back from the junction.
Mum called 999 from her mobile, then called us. This only happened about 5 minutes walk from where we lived, so me and dad have rushed out to get there as quick as we can.
Ambulance, police and fire brigade are already there. We rush over to mum, who's now sitting in the back of the car, having been in the front when the accident happened. My aunt was flat out on the stretcher in the back of the ambulance, neck brace and all.
After checking they were both okay, I asked where the other people involved were. They had apparently reveresed back out of the junction - my mum thought they were going to get out and help, but they just turned around and drove off in a hurry.
And that's where the rage begins.
I've always despised hit-and-run drivers, but when it happens to your own it's even worse. But there's nothing you can do about it though. It's an open area where the accident happened, so there's nothing around you to take it out on. Screaming out when angry has never been my 'style', there were no doors to slam, and I couldn't pound on the written-off car because the police weren't letting anyone near it. So eventually it just came out in tears. People thought I was shocked and/or upset, and maybe I was a little, but mostly it was from pure anger.
Fortunately, everyone in my aunt's car had their seatbelts on, and have sustained nothing more than severe whiplash; the kid has a damaged nose from impact with the back of mum's seat, but will be fine - all were discharged from hospital today. But as I've already said, the car is a write-off.
Luckily it turned out not to be *that* serious, but it could have been, and that's what makes me so angry. Oil had leaked from the car, because the fire brigade had put sand down to soak it up. The worst *didn't* happen today, but on another day it so easily could have - and the cowardly s**t in the van just drives away. Any sparks or anything like that, and it could have been two dead women and a dead kid. As it was, the kid was so scared that she wouldn't let anyone near her for a while.
Myself, my mum, aunt, uncle and cousins have all been in tears today, whether through the shock, the worry, anger, or just the relief that it wasn't more serious - while this scum has tried to disappear and pretend it never happened, in case he gets fined, or they try to take away a license that he probably doesn't have anyway.
He won't get away with it though. My aunt got the license number, there were several witnesses - including one guy who had to swerve to miss the van as it drove away - and the van was known in the area. Apparently they're some kind of gipsy family, and they're always driving around the estate like morons.
In fact, the van has already been found - not too far away from where the accident happened.
There's one area of my family on my aunt's side who are - how shall I put it - 'not the most forgiving kind' when it comes to things like this, and they are already on the lookout for the driver. And believe me, he better hope that the police catch up with him first.
Phone rang; dad answered downstairs. Heard parts of the conversation...
"Where are you?"
"Calm down."
"Are you okay?"
"Okay, don't worry, we'll find it."
Then dad calls up.
"Adam!"
"Yeah?"
"Mum's been involved in a car accident on the dual carriageway."
That's the fear.
Mum had gone out shopping with my aunt and a couple of my aunt's Grandchildren. They'd just dropped off one of the kids, and my aunt was stopped at a junction waiting to turn on to the dual carriageway to bring mum home.
Suddenly a van had turned off the carriageway travelling too fast, and hit my aunt's car head-on, knocking it about 20-30 feet back from the junction.
Mum called 999 from her mobile, then called us. This only happened about 5 minutes walk from where we lived, so me and dad have rushed out to get there as quick as we can.
Ambulance, police and fire brigade are already there. We rush over to mum, who's now sitting in the back of the car, having been in the front when the accident happened. My aunt was flat out on the stretcher in the back of the ambulance, neck brace and all.
After checking they were both okay, I asked where the other people involved were. They had apparently reveresed back out of the junction - my mum thought they were going to get out and help, but they just turned around and drove off in a hurry.
And that's where the rage begins.
I've always despised hit-and-run drivers, but when it happens to your own it's even worse. But there's nothing you can do about it though. It's an open area where the accident happened, so there's nothing around you to take it out on. Screaming out when angry has never been my 'style', there were no doors to slam, and I couldn't pound on the written-off car because the police weren't letting anyone near it. So eventually it just came out in tears. People thought I was shocked and/or upset, and maybe I was a little, but mostly it was from pure anger.
Fortunately, everyone in my aunt's car had their seatbelts on, and have sustained nothing more than severe whiplash; the kid has a damaged nose from impact with the back of mum's seat, but will be fine - all were discharged from hospital today. But as I've already said, the car is a write-off.
Luckily it turned out not to be *that* serious, but it could have been, and that's what makes me so angry. Oil had leaked from the car, because the fire brigade had put sand down to soak it up. The worst *didn't* happen today, but on another day it so easily could have - and the cowardly s**t in the van just drives away. Any sparks or anything like that, and it could have been two dead women and a dead kid. As it was, the kid was so scared that she wouldn't let anyone near her for a while.
Myself, my mum, aunt, uncle and cousins have all been in tears today, whether through the shock, the worry, anger, or just the relief that it wasn't more serious - while this scum has tried to disappear and pretend it never happened, in case he gets fined, or they try to take away a license that he probably doesn't have anyway.
He won't get away with it though. My aunt got the license number, there were several witnesses - including one guy who had to swerve to miss the van as it drove away - and the van was known in the area. Apparently they're some kind of gipsy family, and they're always driving around the estate like morons.
In fact, the van has already been found - not too far away from where the accident happened.
There's one area of my family on my aunt's side who are - how shall I put it - 'not the most forgiving kind' when it comes to things like this, and they are already on the lookout for the driver. And believe me, he better hope that the police catch up with him first.
Bloke at work had a great car, some stoner where he previously worked smashed into it with a pickup truck in the car park, wrote it off. Bloke lost his job during the insurance dealings, and hardly got any money for it, but when he did, because he was unemployed he basically had to live on that money. Now he's working with me, but he's got a pap little car he hates, simply because he'd spent the money he got (hardly anything anyway) on food and stuff for a while. Insurance sucks.
pb wrote:
while I've had to dish out a
> fortune for my current insurance due to losing the no-claims until
> this is sorted.
Exactly the same thing happened to me.
Just had to pay £740, when last time it was £360. All because somebody reversed their car into mine (whilst my wife was driving) in a car park. 4 months later, still not resolved.
while I've had to dish out a
> fortune for my current insurance due to losing the no-claims until
> this is sorted.
Exactly the same thing happened to me.
Just had to pay £740, when last time it was £360. All because somebody reversed their car into mine (whilst my wife was driving) in a car park. 4 months later, still not resolved.
Azul wrote:
> Pfft, I honestly do not understand hit and run drivers.
> Even if it's an accident, and they run - why?
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It's panic and fear. I would be lying if I said that if I hit a car or a pedestrian, and they looked hurt, that I *know* that I would stop and call the police/ambulance and try and help them. I'd like to think I would, but fear is a strange thing. From childhood, your first instinct is to run away if you do something wrong, hoping that nobody will know it was you. And if you run away, you wouldn't feel right about going back, you'd feel foolish almost, so you'd stay away and just pray they never catch you.
> Pfft, I honestly do not understand hit and run drivers.
> Even if it's an accident, and they run - why?
-------
It's panic and fear. I would be lying if I said that if I hit a car or a pedestrian, and they looked hurt, that I *know* that I would stop and call the police/ambulance and try and help them. I'd like to think I would, but fear is a strange thing. From childhood, your first instinct is to run away if you do something wrong, hoping that nobody will know it was you. And if you run away, you wouldn't feel right about going back, you'd feel foolish almost, so you'd stay away and just pray they never catch you.
That's really bad, sorry to hear about the accident. Not so serious this, but I had my car scraped by a Porche back in June. They too drove off, but a witness went and told a nearby policeman straight away.
Unfortunately, the driver is now denying everything and it's still dragging through the whole legal process, while I've had to dish out a fortune for my current insurance due to losing the no-claims until this is sorted.
Unfortunately, the driver is now denying everything and it's still dragging through the whole legal process, while I've had to dish out a fortune for my current insurance due to losing the no-claims until this is sorted.
Sorry to hear about that, but glad to hear that everybody is going to be alright, as you said, it could have been much worse.
But it proves it once again, it doesn't matter how careful a driver you are, there are always drivers out there that will put you at risk. It's always the innocent that end up hurt, and the dangerous drivers just disappear.
With any luck they'll lose their license, hit and run is quite serious too, so if they have any prior hopefully they'll go down.
Then again, perhaps it would be better if they had a little 'accident' of their own, keep them off the roads for much longer.
But it proves it once again, it doesn't matter how careful a driver you are, there are always drivers out there that will put you at risk. It's always the innocent that end up hurt, and the dangerous drivers just disappear.
With any luck they'll lose their license, hit and run is quite serious too, so if they have any prior hopefully they'll go down.
Then again, perhaps it would be better if they had a little 'accident' of their own, keep them off the roads for much longer.
Sorry to hear that.
At least the van's been found, hopefully the guy will be caught up on.
How are they now?
They must be pretty shaken up at the moment, as are you probably.
Pfft, I honestly do not understand hit and run drivers.
Even if it's an accident, and they run - why?
I mean, it was an accident, they can't get into too much trouble, but driving away makes it 10 times worse.
Fools.
At least the van's been found, hopefully the guy will be caught up on.
How are they now?
They must be pretty shaken up at the moment, as are you probably.
Pfft, I honestly do not understand hit and run drivers.
Even if it's an accident, and they run - why?
I mean, it was an accident, they can't get into too much trouble, but driving away makes it 10 times worse.
Fools.
This is exactly why I'm not driving when I'm older. Morons. I'll either become one or get close to one. And my friends still think I'm nuts.
Sorry to hear about that Wookie, thats bad news. Especially when it was all down to some moron who doesnt even have the balls to face the music. Hopefully he will be brought to justice.
Sorry to hear what happened but at least it wasn't the worst that could happen
Hopefully the drivers will be caught, you'd feel worse if tonight it seemed they'd be no way to find them.
I'm always sub-consciously nervous when in a car... mainly because I know one mistake by yourself or another driver can result in death for many people.
Hopefully the drivers will be caught, you'd feel worse if tonight it seemed they'd be no way to find them.
I'm always sub-consciously nervous when in a car... mainly because I know one mistake by yourself or another driver can result in death for many people.
What a day today has been. One minute I'm lying on my bed watching TV, the next I'm in the Accident and Emergency unit at Northampton General Hospital.
Phone rang; dad answered downstairs. Heard parts of the conversation...
"Where are you?"
"Calm down."
"Are you okay?"
"Okay, don't worry, we'll find it."
Then dad calls up.
"Adam!"
"Yeah?"
"Mum's been involved in a car accident on the dual carriageway."
That's the fear.
Mum had gone out shopping with my aunt and a couple of my aunt's Grandchildren. They'd just dropped off one of the kids, and my aunt was stopped at a junction waiting to turn on to the dual carriageway to bring mum home.
Suddenly a van had turned off the carriageway travelling too fast, and hit my aunt's car head-on, knocking it about 20-30 feet back from the junction.
Mum called 999 from her mobile, then called us. This only happened about 5 minutes walk from where we lived, so me and dad have rushed out to get there as quick as we can.
Ambulance, police and fire brigade are already there. We rush over to mum, who's now sitting in the back of the car, having been in the front when the accident happened. My aunt was flat out on the stretcher in the back of the ambulance, neck brace and all.
After checking they were both okay, I asked where the other people involved were. They had apparently reveresed back out of the junction - my mum thought they were going to get out and help, but they just turned around and drove off in a hurry.
And that's where the rage begins.
I've always despised hit-and-run drivers, but when it happens to your own it's even worse. But there's nothing you can do about it though. It's an open area where the accident happened, so there's nothing around you to take it out on. Screaming out when angry has never been my 'style', there were no doors to slam, and I couldn't pound on the written-off car because the police weren't letting anyone near it. So eventually it just came out in tears. People thought I was shocked and/or upset, and maybe I was a little, but mostly it was from pure anger.
Fortunately, everyone in my aunt's car had their seatbelts on, and have sustained nothing more than severe whiplash; the kid has a damaged nose from impact with the back of mum's seat, but will be fine - all were discharged from hospital today. But as I've already said, the car is a write-off.
Luckily it turned out not to be *that* serious, but it could have been, and that's what makes me so angry. Oil had leaked from the car, because the fire brigade had put sand down to soak it up. The worst *didn't* happen today, but on another day it so easily could have - and the cowardly s**t in the van just drives away. Any sparks or anything like that, and it could have been two dead women and a dead kid. As it was, the kid was so scared that she wouldn't let anyone near her for a while.
Myself, my mum, aunt, uncle and cousins have all been in tears today, whether through the shock, the worry, anger, or just the relief that it wasn't more serious - while this scum has tried to disappear and pretend it never happened, in case he gets fined, or they try to take away a license that he probably doesn't have anyway.
He won't get away with it though. My aunt got the license number, there were several witnesses - including one guy who had to swerve to miss the van as it drove away - and the van was known in the area. Apparently they're some kind of gipsy family, and they're always driving around the estate like morons.
In fact, the van has already been found - not too far away from where the accident happened.
There's one area of my family on my aunt's side who are - how shall I put it - 'not the most forgiving kind' when it comes to things like this, and they are already on the lookout for the driver. And believe me, he better hope that the police catch up with him first.
Phone rang; dad answered downstairs. Heard parts of the conversation...
"Where are you?"
"Calm down."
"Are you okay?"
"Okay, don't worry, we'll find it."
Then dad calls up.
"Adam!"
"Yeah?"
"Mum's been involved in a car accident on the dual carriageway."
That's the fear.
Mum had gone out shopping with my aunt and a couple of my aunt's Grandchildren. They'd just dropped off one of the kids, and my aunt was stopped at a junction waiting to turn on to the dual carriageway to bring mum home.
Suddenly a van had turned off the carriageway travelling too fast, and hit my aunt's car head-on, knocking it about 20-30 feet back from the junction.
Mum called 999 from her mobile, then called us. This only happened about 5 minutes walk from where we lived, so me and dad have rushed out to get there as quick as we can.
Ambulance, police and fire brigade are already there. We rush over to mum, who's now sitting in the back of the car, having been in the front when the accident happened. My aunt was flat out on the stretcher in the back of the ambulance, neck brace and all.
After checking they were both okay, I asked where the other people involved were. They had apparently reveresed back out of the junction - my mum thought they were going to get out and help, but they just turned around and drove off in a hurry.
And that's where the rage begins.
I've always despised hit-and-run drivers, but when it happens to your own it's even worse. But there's nothing you can do about it though. It's an open area where the accident happened, so there's nothing around you to take it out on. Screaming out when angry has never been my 'style', there were no doors to slam, and I couldn't pound on the written-off car because the police weren't letting anyone near it. So eventually it just came out in tears. People thought I was shocked and/or upset, and maybe I was a little, but mostly it was from pure anger.
Fortunately, everyone in my aunt's car had their seatbelts on, and have sustained nothing more than severe whiplash; the kid has a damaged nose from impact with the back of mum's seat, but will be fine - all were discharged from hospital today. But as I've already said, the car is a write-off.
Luckily it turned out not to be *that* serious, but it could have been, and that's what makes me so angry. Oil had leaked from the car, because the fire brigade had put sand down to soak it up. The worst *didn't* happen today, but on another day it so easily could have - and the cowardly s**t in the van just drives away. Any sparks or anything like that, and it could have been two dead women and a dead kid. As it was, the kid was so scared that she wouldn't let anyone near her for a while.
Myself, my mum, aunt, uncle and cousins have all been in tears today, whether through the shock, the worry, anger, or just the relief that it wasn't more serious - while this scum has tried to disappear and pretend it never happened, in case he gets fined, or they try to take away a license that he probably doesn't have anyway.
He won't get away with it though. My aunt got the license number, there were several witnesses - including one guy who had to swerve to miss the van as it drove away - and the van was known in the area. Apparently they're some kind of gipsy family, and they're always driving around the estate like morons.
In fact, the van has already been found - not too far away from where the accident happened.
There's one area of my family on my aunt's side who are - how shall I put it - 'not the most forgiving kind' when it comes to things like this, and they are already on the lookout for the driver. And believe me, he better hope that the police catch up with him first.