Confused accident victims often give strange and funny reasons for their mishaps, usually trying to sum them up in as few words as possible.
Here are a few excuses compiled by the Automotive Information Council:
Encounters
“An invisible car came out of nowhere, struck my car and vanished.”
“The telephone pole was approaching fast. I attempted to swerve out of its path when it struck my front end.”
“The other car collided with mine without warning me of its intentions.”
“A stop sign suddenly appeared where no stop sign had ever appeared before.”
Discoveries
“Coming home I drove into the wrong house and collided with a tree I don’t have.”
“I collided with a stationary truck coming the other way.”
“I had been shopping for plants all day and was on my way home. As I reached an intersection a hedge sprang up obscuring my vision. I didn’t see the other car.”
“I was thrown from my car as it left the road. I was later found in a ditch by some stray cows.”
Overkill
“I pulled away from the side of the road, glanced at my mother-in-law and headed over the embankment.”
“The other car attempted to cut in front of me so I, with my right bumper, removed his left rear tail light.”
“In an attempt to kill a fly, I drove into a telephone pole.”
Medical oddities
“I had been driving for 40 years when I fell asleep at the wheel and had an accident.”
“I was on my way to the doctors with rear end trouble when my universal joint gave away causing me to have an accident.”
“The indirect cause of this accident was a little guy with a big mouth.”
My wife was hit on the front side of our new Subaru by a driver who sped through a stop sign. She told the responding police officer that her phone direction app did not tell her to stop.
While in traffic court, I swear I heard someone give the excuse, “No one was driving, we were all in the back seat.”
😆 And what were you doing in traffic court, Gene? No need to respond. 😀 —Diane
My universal joint almost gave way reading these!
The last thing I remember seeing was a sad-faced, slow-moving old gentleman as he slid up the hood of my car.
Seriously, though, in 1978 when I was stationed in Spain, a pedestrian stepped off the curb directly in front of me. We made eye contact just before he slid up the hood of my ’65 Impala SS. And it doesn’t matter what languages may be in use at the time. There were only two words on his face, and the first was “Oh”.
He lived.
If you can read these excuses with a straight face and without at least snickering, I sure wouldn’t want to run into you on a dark night!!! 😉😝