A Truck Hit My House

So last week I go home just like any ordinary day and head to the crapper with my GRM Magazine. A few minutes later my girlfriend comes running in yelling "Nick! A truck hit the house."

So lacking time to properly clean specific parts to the suggested streakyness, I ran out to inspect the property. Apparently I missed the dent in my brickwork and the subsequent "getaway marks" left by a LSD.

After talking to the next door neighbor, I learned that the neighbour left his PO-S10 which has no emergency brake. It came out of gear, rolled across the street (4 lanes across) rolled through the yard and struck the house. What I fail to recognise its how you expect to get away with HITTING A HOUSE when you live ACROSS THE STREET and how the best way to handle this situation is to RUN AWAY!

After the police came and asked what he could do for me, i told him a truck hit the house and his response was, "excuse me?"

After the traffic division shows up and the neighbors father comes outside noting, I'm sure, the numerous patrol cars. The wonderful police asked him politely to join us.

So what this kind gentleman was able to inform us of was that the house was not damaged. Now I know that no damage looks like a nice crease in the wall that this genius can fix by tuck pointing. Also there is a trench in my lawn because the proper way to remove an S-10 from my lawn is by romping on the accelerator.

The young man was visibly upset to see he was not getting away without a ticket. I hope it was for leaving the scene.

So that was my event of the week.

The crazies are out in force this time of year. I could never imagine fleeing the scene of any sort of accident.

"I'm sorry to inform you sir, but I do believe my vehicle has struck your building. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Would that have worked better?

Better his truck hitting your house than your housing hitting his truck. With all these tornadoes goin round...

PHeller wrote: "I'm sorry to inform you sir, but I do believe my vehicle has struck your building. Sorry for the inconvenience." Would that have worked better?

A note would have been sufficient.

Some years ago, I lived at the top of a T intersection. At about 3:00AM, two young guys came up the street and kept going straight. Hit my truck, which was pushed into my house wall, TWO FEET FROM MY HEAD!! I quickly went outside to look at the carnage, and the driver begged me not to call the cops. No, a little late for that. He was unhappy with that and took a swing at me. Game on. Understand, I'm in my bathrobe only, and am now rolling around on my front yard when the cops show up. They got things under control quickly, escorted the young gentlemen away. 1000.00 damage, no insurance. Arrgghh.

cwh wrote: Some years ago, I lived at the top of a T intersection. At about 3:00AM, two young guys came up the street and kept going straight. Hit my truck, which was pushed into my house wall, TWO FEET FROM MY HEAD!! I quickly went outside to look at the carnage, and the driver begged me not to call the cops. No, a little late for that. He was unhappy with that and took a swing at me. Game on. Understand, I'm in my bathrobe only, and am now rolling around on my front yard when the cops show up. They got things under control quickly, escorted the young gentlemen away. 1000.00 damage, no insurance. Arrgghh.

There oughta be some way to "claim" the vehicle when it is operated without insurance, at the very least you'd recover the scrap value...

It was a nice '68 Barracuda. Well, up to that point, anyway. Pretty much totaled afterward.

N Sperlo wrote: So last week I go home just like any ordinary day and head to the crapper with my GRM Magazine. A few minutes later my girlfriend comes running in yelling "Nick! A truck hit the house." So lacking time to properly clean specific parts to the suggested streakyness, I ran out to inspect the property. Apparently I missed the dent in my brickwork and the subsequent "getaway marks" left by a LSD. After talking to the next door neighbor, I learned that the neighbour left his PO-S10 which has no emergency brake. It came out of gear, rolled across the street (4 lanes across) rolled through the yard and struck the house. What I fail to recognise its how you expect to get away with HITTING A HOUSE when you live ACROSS THE STREET and how the best way to handle this situation is to RUN AWAY! After the police came and asked what he could do for me, i told him a truck hit the house and his response was, "excuse me?" After the traffic division shows up and the neighbors father comes outside noting, I'm sure, the numerous patrol cars. The wonderful police asked him politely to join us. So what this kind gentleman was able to inform us of was that the house was not damaged. Now I know that no damage looks like a nice crease in the wall that this genius can fix by tuck pointing. Also there is a trench in my lawn because the proper way to remove an S-10 from my lawn is by romping on the accelerator. The young man was visibly upset to see he was not getting away without a ticket. I hope it was for leaving the scene. So that was my event of the week.

So... You had pooey pants this whole time?

Joey

In reply to joey48442:

Precisely. And man it itched. But you don't scratch. No Sir. No scratchey the pooey pants.

N Sperlo wrote: In reply to joey48442: Precisely. And man it itched. But you don't scratch. No Sir. No scratchey the pooey pants.

Into the mag you go.

My neighbor accidently hit the gas instead of the brake (you guess what country they hold a drivers licence from) and ran into my garage, damaging the corner pretty good. Their response was to apologize profusely, pay for all repairs and give me a gift of a jade dragon-now THAT'S the proper response to damaging neighbors property.

N Sperlo wrote: In reply to joey48442: Precisely. And man it itched. But you don't scratch. No Sir. No scratchey the pooey pants.

Oh man, you have my sympathy.

Joey

N Sperlo wrote: In reply to joey48442: Precisely. And man it itched. But you don't scratch. No Sir. No scratchey the pooey pants.

No!! You do scratch, and then shake hands with your neighbors kid...Stinkpalm !! "It's a small price you pay for smite'ng your enemy."

When we bought our new project house last August the next door neighbor's contractor had a beater 80s F150 parked in front. As we're on a cul-de-sac and parking is at a premium, it was a little annoying as it wasn't on the "implied edge of the property line extrapolated into the cul-de-sac" - so the neighbor had to park partially using our 8' of curb.

Fast forward 5 months - the beater F150 has yet to move.

One day there's a knock at the door and it's a neighbor I've not yet met. It went like this:

"Hi - do you know anything about that blue truck?"

"Next door? it belongs to my neighbor's contractor. It hasn't moved in the 5 months we've been working on this place"

"Really? well it's moved now"

He gestured toward the bottom of the hill down which the truck has rolled and dissipated it's stored energy by demolishing a neighbor's late model Civic. I'n guessing the E-brake cable let go finally.

Stuff sorts itself out sometimes....