I should never have left the house yesterday. Some little motherfucker rear ended me.
The light turns yellow, and I was in a window where I could have gone had I wanted to. If I had gone, however, I would have been running the light, so to be a decent citizen, I stop. The guy behind me, however, apparently wanted to go and felt my car would just lift into the air and let him through.
There's that awful sound, and Caitlin and I all of a sudden found ourselves in the middle of the intersection. Luckily the oncoming traffic held tight for a minute so I could get out of the way. Meanwhile, the cup ashtray thing had flown out of the cup holder, the shade on the sunroof had opened, and my glasses had flown off of my face and onto the floor mat of the passenger side. Caitlin and I also lurched forward quite a bit, and my neck is currently in huge amounts of pain.
I pulled over onto the shoulder, glad that Caitlin was able to maintain her composure since I was having a little breakdown. The guy who hit me hadn't pulled over, and had actually backed up so he was behind the line back at the intersection. Caitlin gets out and makes it obvious that she's on her phone calling the police and can see his plates, and he pulls over. I have no idea where the hell my mind was at this point. Caitlin had told me to stay in the car, which she said was partly because she didn't want me to have to see the damage (as it did sound really bad) and because she thought I might just sort of wander off into traffic [lol].
The cop got there really quickly, got my info, went to get his and then came back to us. He looks at us and says, "Just to let you guys know, he doesn't have insurance." GAH. Things were further complicated by the fact that the intersection was the border between Aurora and North Aurora. We were parked on the side of the street in North Aurora, but he'd hit me in Aurora, so we ended up waiting a half hour or so for Aurora's cops to get there.
For how bad it sounded and felt, the damage really isn't so bad, considering how fast he was going. The bumper is dented and out of alignment, the tail light popped out and the trunk won't open. The car of the guy who hit me was reeaaaally fucked up. The whole front was basically gone, and there was a crack in his radiator.
The Aurora cop did the report and asked the guy why he didn't have insurance. He can't afford it. This bastard was driving a 1989 Chevy Celebrity. How the fuck much can that cost to insure? Not even full coverage, just the bare minimum? This guy had better be able and willing to pay for whatever needs to be fixed, because I'll be more than happy to take him to court. My insurance company is not going to care that it wasn't my fault, and I'm not going to pay more just because this idiot can't look where he's going, use a break pedal and give up $30 a month to insure his fucking car.
So in a little while Caitlin and I are going up to some collision place to have it looked at. One thing after another.