i always glance around before i start out from a red light, checking for cross-traffic idiots misjudging the yellow. the car that broadsided the buick wasn't anywhere near the intersection at that point, he was a good half a block away, and there's just no way of knowing who's going to straight run a red light.
god i hate that sound. spun the buick right around, facing oncoming traffic. i jumped out, guy jumped out. guy says, "i'm *so* sorry". i say, "dude, my registration's illegal. they'll tow my car away." he looked briefly confused, i'm guessing it's not quite the reaction he expected. "go." he said. i looked at all the people looking at me. i got in my car. i backed the wrong way down the street, pulled through a parking lot, and ... went to blockbuster to return the wallace and gromit game, but all they did was clean it and now it works.
he hit us doing maybe twenty? destroyed his car. bumper fell off, radiator broke, whole front end mangled. the buick? is a big solid car.
