Yesterday, I attended the funeral of a close friend who passed in his sleep the previous Sunday. I left Plain City, the site of the service, at 7:30pm, arriving home at 8:00pm.I immediately prepped the FD for a tuning session an awaited Tony’s call.
At 9:15pm Tony called, and I left the house. Pulling out of the housing development, I prepared to turn left from Galloway Road onto eastbound West Broad Street. I suddenly hear screeching tires and see a red Plymouth skidding around the corner and end up in my lane (the left turn lane), coming right at me. He hit me head on.
Fortunately a Franklin County Sherriff was in the intersection and witnessed the accident. He immediately pulled the driver from the vehicle, cuffed, and stuffed him. Just then, another driver pulls over and says that the Plymouth had hit another car down the street, by the Hospital, and had fled.
The driver was Hispanic, gave 3 different names to the sheriff, and was un-licensed and uninsured. CPD arrived and took jurisdiction. In chatting with the sheriff, he stated that the driver has a “skirmish” at a bar on W. Broad and brandished a Machete. He fled the bar, and subsequently caused 2 accidents, including mine.
CPD impounds the car and tells me to call to get mine towed. Meanwhile the driver has now pissed himself in the CPD car.
Almost 2 hours, and 4 phone calls later my tow truck arrives. CPD is already gone. As the tow driver is hooking my vehicle, a woman in a grey cavalier slides around the left side of the tow truck, IN THE GRASS, and skids directly at me. I do a heisman pose as I climb her bumper and onto her hood. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you”. It was a fucking flatbed tow truck with flashing yellow lights and his high beams on!
Needless to say, my FD is fucked. I’ll post pics sometime this weekend.