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Shit Happens
Published on March 3, 2006 By MasonM In Blogging
I found a parking spot in a small truckstop in Huntsville, TX. I ate my dinner, showered, and settled into my sleeper with a good book. I was reading just about two hours when I was suddenly jarred almost to the point of falling out of my bed.

I looked out the sleeper curtain and saw a rig in my mirrors. He had hit my trailer. What a way to spend the evening! I put on my jeans, shirt, and boots, and grabbed my maglight on the way out the door.

Once outside I was met by a young black guy who told me he was trying to get around the corner but wasn't watching his mirrors like he should have been. When you are driving a rig, you basically are driving the trailer wheels, which means you HAVE to watch the mirrors closely whenever you're turning a corner. I let that pass for the moment.

I inspected his trailer with my maglight at first, looking for the impact point. It wasn't hard to find. He had connected with my trailer right where his tool box was mounted under his trailer. The tool box doors were smashed in pretty badly. Expensive.

I inspected my trailer and found the ICC bumper was bent in against the tire on the left side. This isn't good. After looking at the situation I decided on a course of action. I grabbed a chain out of my tool box and wrapped it around my ICC bumper, and then around his trailer axle. I then instructed the young guy to back up until I told him to stop. The backing of his rig pulled out my bumper enough to get it off of the tire so I could drive my rig.

I got all of the guy's information, called his company to report the accident, and then was ready to return to my reading. The young driver thanked me. I was like, "huh? for what?". He said he was grateful for the fact that I didn't get mad, violent, and all that stuff. I explained that I had learned a long time ago that these things just aren't worth getting bent out of shape about. Shit happens.

He was man enough to not try and drive away after hitting me (it happens), so I saw no reason to make things worse with a shitty attitude. We exchanged names and cell phone numbers with the idea of meeting up someplace and having a few brews.

He's young and inexperienced but shows a lot of promise. Seemed like a nice kid.

Comments
on Mar 03, 2006
I actually got into an accident recently where the driver who hit me was grateful that I didn't try to take him to the cleaners. I was surprised. I mean, no one really goes out with the intent of getting into an accident, right? So why would I make his, already bad, day any worse?

Glad to hear no one was hurt!
on Mar 03, 2006

Hey there stranger!  how are you?  good to see your mug around here again! 

in Texas huh?  so is my kid sis, and her daughter.

I'm glad you weren't hurt in this fender bender!  you're such a gentleman

on Mar 03, 2006
Shades...I feel the same way.

Trudy...Howdy and thanks.

you're such a gentleman

Thanks. As strange as it seems in this modern day and age, I actually try to maintain that particular concept, along with the also much outdated ideas of chivalry and *shudder* honor.
on Mar 04, 2006

When I got rear ended, the guy was all over himself appologizing.  But after the inital RUMP, I just sighed and got out and looked at it.  Like you, I told him it was ok.  Shit happens and all. After the police did the report, I thanked the officer, traded insurance info with the guy, and told him I hoped his day went better from there, cause I know he was really feeling like a putz. 

He was a nice guy and was very nice about it.  Like you, why get mad?  I think it is maturity.  Back when I was in my 20s (early), I did go off when a guy hit me.  And he was being nice!  Made me feel like the real piece of poop then!

on Mar 04, 2006
Maybe it is a maturity thing, Guy. Somehow things like that just don't seem worth getting bent out of shape about.

Now, if he had hit me and then tried to get away (which has happened) my mood would have been a great deal less charitable.