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Some of you might remember reading the post about my car being side swiped last year. I never mentioned the good news. I got my $500 deductable back because we found the bitch who hit me. I didn't get my money until late summer and this happened Dec 6th last year.
Weeeeeell...last night I got my haircut at my aunts. My sister and I left to go get Val later when we were done. When we got in the car some douchebags stopped in the middle of the road and was looking at us and the car. We were just like WTF and drove off. Well, I get close to Val's house off of the country-ish roads and on to some roads with more light...I noticed my mirror was bent back. Well fuck, right it away it all clicked. I knew the fuckbags were the ones who hit me...who stops in the middle of the road to stare. The best part was, I was on the phone with Val. When they saw that we were in the car and I was on the phone they sped off immediately. I didn't think anything of it at the time since I didn't notice my car then, but I think I spooked them. Anyways, sure enough when I get to Val's...my mirror is bend back and scraped, theres some scrapes on the doors elsewhere and a fucking fist sized dent in the door.
So hooray almost a year later...2 days off...some fuckbag hits my car and runs...again. Well, the good thing is, my aunt talked to her neighbors and they know who owns the truck. That's the good thing here, and I can ID everything. So hopefully we can find out where they might be and snag the license plate. Then I'm calling the cops and hoping for the best again.
Weeeeeell...last night I got my haircut at my aunts. My sister and I left to go get Val later when we were done. When we got in the car some douchebags stopped in the middle of the road and was looking at us and the car. We were just like WTF and drove off. Well, I get close to Val's house off of the country-ish roads and on to some roads with more light...I noticed my mirror was bent back. Well fuck, right it away it all clicked. I knew the fuckbags were the ones who hit me...who stops in the middle of the road to stare. The best part was, I was on the phone with Val. When they saw that we were in the car and I was on the phone they sped off immediately. I didn't think anything of it at the time since I didn't notice my car then, but I think I spooked them. Anyways, sure enough when I get to Val's...my mirror is bend back and scraped, theres some scrapes on the doors elsewhere and a fucking fist sized dent in the door.
So hooray almost a year later...2 days off...some fuckbag hits my car and runs...again. Well, the good thing is, my aunt talked to her neighbors and they know who owns the truck. That's the good thing here, and I can ID everything. So hopefully we can find out where they might be and snag the license plate. Then I'm calling the cops and hoping for the best again.