By Jordan W. Charness
OUCH!! I had just been hit from behind. My head was jolted back into the seat and I might have had whiplash if not for the extra tall bucket seats in my sports car. I could not believe it. I had been rear ended on the expressway.
It was one of those nice sunny days that had been so welcome in the middle of all those days of rain. I could put the top down and enjoy some fleeting moments of sunshine on the drive home. Unfortunately the expressway was a parking lot. According to the traffic reports it was “busy” from the top to the bottom. “Busy” was putting it mildly. It was really stop, stop again, and occasionally go. All three lanes were full of cars inching their way home.
At least the sun was shining directly in my face. Although it felt good it did make it difficult to clearly see ahead. I decided to just sit back and enjoy the warm sunny day. After all getting annoyed at the traffic jam would not make it go away and would just increase my road rage stress levels.
The traffic had just started to move a little bit and I slowly released the clutch and started the car on its way. I could not have been going more than two kilometres per hour when I was hit from behind by a big blue Honda. My car was being pushed ahead by the car behind me. Fortunately I always leave some space between my car and the next so I was not pushed into the car in front of me.
Within seconds the traffic had come to a halt again and after taking a quick inventory and realizing that I was not hurt I spun my head around to look at the driver behind me. To my surprise he looked neither contrite nor upset. I gave him a dirty look that was NOT accompanied by any nasty finger gestures. He did not seem to care at all. I motioned to him to get off at the next exit so that we could check for damage. Again I was ignored.
Since I was in the so-called passing lane (the far left hand lane) I tried to ease my way into the centre lane so that I could get off at the next exit. Due to the heavy traffic it took quite awhile before I had even moved over one lane. While I was sitting in the middle lane the blue Honda pulled up on my immediate left. Again I made eye contact with the driver and pointed towards the exit. Once again I was ignored.
His lane was moving slightly faster than mine and I was able to easily see his license plate. I made a big show of pulling a pen and paper and copying it down. If he noticed he did not care. While I was stuck doing a whopping four km/h, he sped off at eight km/h. I honked and waved and he did not care. This slow speed chase continued the full-length of the expressway until he was lost from my view.
So there I was the victim of the slowest speed hit and run on record. Nonetheless the driver of the blue Honda had a legal obligation to pull over and check for damage. If there was damage to either vehicle we should have exchanged insurance information and continued merrily on our way. Instead he had committed a crime.
When I finally left the traffic jam and got out at the next exit I saw, to my relief, that there had been no damage done to my car. Perhaps that is why the driver of the blue Honda decided to leave.
He was still wrong. Although he may have suspected that he had caused no damage in this little fender bumper, I had no way of knowing what damage he had done to the rear of my car. He should have taken the next exit with me so that we could both be sure that no damage had been done. He was thoughtless and uncaring and I now have his license plate number and description and the option of reporting him to the police for committing the crime of hit and run.