Psychic Bacon
Well-Known Member
I've been stressing over this since it happened, that's why I waited till now to post about it.
So Lundi Gras night new board member Wes calls me and says he is drunk, locked out of where his keys are, and needs a place to crash. Being the good friend I am, I go pick him up and let him pass out on my couch. Next morning I bring him back to his car and head home.
On the way home on I-10, I'm in the middle lane doing about 65-70 when the lady in the right lane decides she has to be in my lane. So she comes over, smashing the front right side of my car.
Picture taken at home. Doesn't show the full extent...
This happens right at the Esplanade Ave. exit, and there are a couple National Guard soldiers blocking the exit for the parades. One of them comes over to check on me as I'm getting out of the car. I inform him of the state law and tell him I'm a CHP holder, but that my weapon is in my car. He says thanks, then blocks traffic for me to move my car over to the shoulder.
A few minutes later NOPD arrives to write the report. It turns out the responding officer is a good friend's dad. He has us go to the next exit and get off the interstate. When we get down, I again play by law and tell him I have my CHP, the weapon is in the car. He tells me that's cool. Leave it there for now.
After a while the tow truck gets there, and I get the gun out. Ask Officer if he wants to hold on to it or me to keep it. He tell me to put it in his trunk, which I do. As he is writing the report, he calls me over to see if I have a current insurance card, the one i had in my wallet was expired.
I've made the mistake of not putting the new card in my wallet before, so I didn't think anything of it, just told him I didn't have it with me. He asked if I still had the same company, I said yes, and he finished the report.
After all the 'pleasantries' were completed, he got out of the car and we shot the crap for a bit while the tow truck was finishing. Got my piece out of his trunk, (had the 1911 with me) and let him see it. He complimented me on it, and complained about only being able to carry a .40 (G22) on the job.
I talked to my friend a few days later and he told that I made his dad feel inadequate. Heh.
When I got home, I called my insurance company to report the accident and request new cards. They told me my policy had been canceled the week before, and that I was basically screwed for the accident. They gave me no notice that my policy was being canceled. Then they told me that they would be more than happy to renew my policy at the previous premium as they weren't going to have to pay for the accident. Bastards.
So without going into too much more detail, the cost of repairing my car out of pocket has been getting worse and worse, and I'm too stubborn to just get a new car, (I like mine a whole f'n lot) I bought this today to have a second vehicle while my car was in and out of shops and in case it became completely un-drivable.
2006 Harley Davidson XL 883C Sportster 883 Custom
Now in addition to getting my car fixed I need to buy a holster with retention for the 1911.
So Lundi Gras night new board member Wes calls me and says he is drunk, locked out of where his keys are, and needs a place to crash. Being the good friend I am, I go pick him up and let him pass out on my couch. Next morning I bring him back to his car and head home.
On the way home on I-10, I'm in the middle lane doing about 65-70 when the lady in the right lane decides she has to be in my lane. So she comes over, smashing the front right side of my car.
Picture taken at home. Doesn't show the full extent...
This happens right at the Esplanade Ave. exit, and there are a couple National Guard soldiers blocking the exit for the parades. One of them comes over to check on me as I'm getting out of the car. I inform him of the state law and tell him I'm a CHP holder, but that my weapon is in my car. He says thanks, then blocks traffic for me to move my car over to the shoulder.
A few minutes later NOPD arrives to write the report. It turns out the responding officer is a good friend's dad. He has us go to the next exit and get off the interstate. When we get down, I again play by law and tell him I have my CHP, the weapon is in the car. He tells me that's cool. Leave it there for now.
After a while the tow truck gets there, and I get the gun out. Ask Officer if he wants to hold on to it or me to keep it. He tell me to put it in his trunk, which I do. As he is writing the report, he calls me over to see if I have a current insurance card, the one i had in my wallet was expired.
I've made the mistake of not putting the new card in my wallet before, so I didn't think anything of it, just told him I didn't have it with me. He asked if I still had the same company, I said yes, and he finished the report.
After all the 'pleasantries' were completed, he got out of the car and we shot the crap for a bit while the tow truck was finishing. Got my piece out of his trunk, (had the 1911 with me) and let him see it. He complimented me on it, and complained about only being able to carry a .40 (G22) on the job.
I talked to my friend a few days later and he told that I made his dad feel inadequate. Heh.
When I got home, I called my insurance company to report the accident and request new cards. They told me my policy had been canceled the week before, and that I was basically screwed for the accident. They gave me no notice that my policy was being canceled. Then they told me that they would be more than happy to renew my policy at the previous premium as they weren't going to have to pay for the accident. Bastards.
So without going into too much more detail, the cost of repairing my car out of pocket has been getting worse and worse, and I'm too stubborn to just get a new car, (I like mine a whole f'n lot) I bought this today to have a second vehicle while my car was in and out of shops and in case it became completely un-drivable.
2006 Harley Davidson XL 883C Sportster 883 Custom
Now in addition to getting my car fixed I need to buy a holster with retention for the 1911.
