Our 4/20-related “drugs in cars” post got some fascinating and bizarre answers, but I think this one takes the cake for sure.
I won’t tell you that driving on drugs is a bad idea, because no shit, but I will tell you that sometimes people get what’s coming to them, like the Camry driver in reader Goofnik’s story:
Many years ago I bought a Porsche 944S for $6700. Rough around the edges, but put work into it and it was running great and starting to turn into quite a nice car.
2000. Just dropped off a friend back home at 11:30PM. I was coming up to the oncoming busiest intersection in his town, about 5 seconds away from the light as it turned green. 6.5 seconds later I was in the middle of the intersection, and the passenger side was T-boned by a Toyota Camry doing about 40 miles an hour that ran his red.
If my friend was still in the passenger seat, I would’ve wore him. The grill of the Camry actually hit my arm. I had a broken right arm (with bone trying to poke through the skin) and two broken ribs. The impact was significant enough that the B-pillars on the driver side partially deformed. What ultimately stopped the Camry was the torque tube.
I kick my door out, and get out. So does the driver of the Camry. Shaggy looking guy with a skeezy goatee. And there he is, wrestling with a king-size pack of Reese’s peanut butter cups. Intently. He can’t get them open. It would turn out that’s why he hit me. He was high as a kite (absolutely reeked), and was futzing with the packaging for 10+ seconds, steering with his knee, while trying to open his peanut butter cups (as he would tell the police officer who showed up).
I’m staring at this guy. He continues futzing away. Drops it. Picks it back up. Tries his teeth. After another MINUTE he opens it. Takes out a cup, unwraps it, and bites into it. He then looks up, a bit surprised at the wreck and says, shit you not...
I got my Toyota in your Porsche!
My left arm wasn’t broken. I used it.
No one can blame you there.