Bumper Cars

We’re having trouble with the internet again however if I had been able to post on Friday evening this is what I would have said…

Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  {Gasp!  Inhale…}  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped the car.  Someone bumped Margaret’s car.  That wasn’t me I’ve never been to Italy.  Someone bumped Bernard’s car.  THAT… WAS… ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Somehow this is how it looked on Saturday…?

If only bones were made of something similar!

 

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17 responses to “Bumper Cars

  1. Ouch!

    How is B taking it?!!

    • Way better than I anticipated possibly partly due to a neighbour being there when he saw it (which was before I did – I drove home without looking a it) and the neighbour saying ‘It’s only pennies and pounds.’ Although he did take himself off upstairs to have a rant behind closed doors. 😀

  2. Ouch is right! Hey, how did you manage such a neat bump? Curious minds want to know! 😉
    By the way, bumpers are flexible…mine got its shape back, too, well…more or less. But it will still have to be replaced, together with the hatchback…Anyway, the important thing is that nobody got hurt…!

  3. Let’s see. . . To whom do you go for bones-made-of-the-stuff-car-bumpers-are-made-of?

  4. I’m placin bets on who’s dyin first , me, you or your car……

  5. ROFPMSL XXXXXXXXXX

  6. Early on a Monday morning, many years ago, I was hurtling northbound on route 93 heading into Boston to meet the surgeon general of the State Police. I might have been distracted by a dozen empty beer bottles rattling around the passenger seat. I may have turned to straighten them out a bit when I heard sudden and desperate screeching of breaks ahead of me.

    Even with every ounce of my 200 pounds standing on the break pedal I crashed so hard into the big Pontiac in front of me that the trunk popped open as my little Ford maverick climbed right into the the trunk, landing finally, nose first in the back seat. Through it all, a most attractive lady driver sat patiently with a death grip on the steering wheel, as if she was guiding the car while we slid across 4 lanes of traffic into the guard rail.

    At the time, I was assigned to the narcotics unit and I was ‘dirty’ which meant that I was working undercover and looked like a street junkie.
    After establishing that she was not injured, I told her, ‘You’re not going to believe this but I’m a State Police officer and the car in your trunk is, was, an official cruiser, assigned to the narcotics unit,( #53C I still remember). I told her to stay right where she was and pointing over the guard rail to a saloon at the bottom of the hill, I said,

    ‘I’m going to run downy there and use their phone (predates cell phones) to call the barracks and have a Sergeant come out to book the accident’. She barely changed her expression but said, ‘ You’re not going anywhere Pal!”

    Luckily the highway maintenance truck that had been blocking the lane, (in my view caused the accident), backed up to where we were having a lively discussion about what to do. By this time she had hold of my leather jacket and was not about to let me go. I explained to the truck driver, who I was and that I needed to have him call the Barracks on his truck radio and have them send the patrol supervisor.

    So he grabbed the mike and said, ” This is DPW truck driver Johnson; State police, Norwell ,do you read me?”

    “State Police Norwell reads you, Sir. What’s the problem?”

    ” Well I have Serpico here and he just crashed into a civilian car.”

    “State police Norwell to DPW, do we PI out there and what is your six?”

    I leaned in and told him to say there was no personal injury and our location was the 27 mile marker, north bound, which he did.

    Sgt. Lennon was at the scene five minutes later and as he stepped from his cruiser, red and blue lights firing, the girl still not impressed, he looked at me and said,

    “Everyone ok Crash?’

    I rode that nickname for months until the next cruiser accident in my sector.

    So, Crash!!! I’m so happy that nobody was hurt, that the damage looks light, and that you’re such a good sport.

    “State Police Norwell receives you

  7. Oh Paula, I hope you are OK. And as for B, well, deep breaths there chap, IIINNNNNN and OOOOOUUUUTTTTTTT. I wonder if that could be pushed out and your bumper may be salvaged. This has not been a good week for cars. Upon further inspection, we found out our new neighbor’s fireworks display while we were away put burns in the top of our cars. GGGRRRRRR!!! And note to Serpico: my first car was a ’74 Maverick.
    You didn’t stand a chance of stopping in time with those old drum brakes!
    And forget it if it was raining and they were wet! You would have pushed
    that lady to Kennebunkport. ;o)

    • After B looked at the car he did indeed need to take some calming breaths. I was sure it was going to spoil our hols but we both rallied and moved on – well apart from B taking every opportunity to mention it. And thanks to you Denise I now know there’s a real place called Kennebunkport!

  8. Great that no one was hurt, hope that B can bring it all to rights again without too much grousing and maybe all you need is a hair dryer on the backside to warm it up and push it back out again? Or park it in a place where it gets heated up by the sun?

    Great Serpico story Frank… and sorry Denise that those thoughtless neighbors have caused damage… though perhaps not as bad as what the black “lovebugs” of Florida can do to a paint job when they are in season?

    • As the car had been parked in the sun when I read your comment Sandy I relayed your suggestion to B – funnily enough he wasn’t up for it. ;D

  9. Well how could anyone see something that was sticking out of the ground that low down on the passenger side anyway? There are no mirrors to cover that area. Clearly, the road came up and hit you.

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