It was a mess.   An elderly man ran a red light.  He hardly spoke any English.   A woman in another car he hit went to the hospital with heart issues.

The fire brigade washed away the radiator fluid leaking from the man’s car.   The tow truck man got into my car and ducked away from the steering wheel, fearing the airbag would deploy (I suspect the airbag is not working).

The police officers were professional and knew what they were doing.   They suffered through my silly questions and general shakiness over having been hit.

So here is this:

My car is the gray one without the bumper.    Also, one of my tires is ruined, and God knows what else.

I’m not sure what the mph at impact was.   I believe this road is 40 mph, and the man in the brown car ran a red light.   His impact with me was somewhat reduced by that white car, which was actually not even travelling in that direction at the point of impact.

The good thing is that this was not my fault.  There were 15 witnesses who all stopped and talked with the police.   I wasn’t injured, and TLK wasn’t in the car, of course (she was at the parade. )   Also, I have car rental, courtesy of the elderly man’s insurance.   

I was walking to the collision shop talking to Ian when the tow truck driver stopped by to pick me up.   Frankly, I was ready to walk instead of drive at that point, but it would’ve been a longer walk than I thought.

It’s a good idea to stop at yellow lights.