Nunyas
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let's see here... I think my ~very~ first was at the age of 17 (or was it 16? hmmmmm) on a trip to Charlotte, North Carolina. Mom and her BF were in a full-size Chevy pick-up, and I followed them the entire way in a '80 Dodge Charger 2.2. Made the drive all the way into town without any trouble. We made the last stop for gas before heading to my Aunt's and Uncle's place, and while at the gas station, I discovered 3 things: 1) the fuel pump protection posts (you know the steel sleeved cement filled bright yellow posts they put in so people don't run over the pumps) were below my window lines in that car (about a foot lower than the window to be precise), 2) I pulled in ~really~ close to the pump and could not see said posts from inside the car, and 3) I had turned too sharply too soon while attempting to leave the pump. I put a nice big dent in the quarter panel behind the driver door. Didn't bother to get the insurance company involved or anything, because I was the only car involved in that stupid accident. Never bothered to get it fixed either.
The first accident I ever had that involved more than one car happened when I was 18. I was driving a '80 Dodge D-50 (the re-badged Mitsubishi truck), following a friend to the beach or some other summer non-sense, and found myself having to make an emergency stop because someone decided to stop on one of the busiest streets in town to let someone out of a parking lot. I made my stop successfully without hitting the rear of my friend's '79 Trans Am (barely), but the poor guy driving the County Natural Gas Service truck (full-size Chevy with work-box bed) wasn't as lucky. He nailed me pretty good. The hit shifted the back of my truck about a foot toward the left lane. Luckily, I was still holding onto the brakes hard when he hit me. So, I didn't get pushed into the car in front of me. No one got hurt, and the county paid to make the repairs to my truck.
The first accident I ever had that involved more than one car happened when I was 18. I was driving a '80 Dodge D-50 (the re-badged Mitsubishi truck), following a friend to the beach or some other summer non-sense, and found myself having to make an emergency stop because someone decided to stop on one of the busiest streets in town to let someone out of a parking lot. I made my stop successfully without hitting the rear of my friend's '79 Trans Am (barely), but the poor guy driving the County Natural Gas Service truck (full-size Chevy with work-box bed) wasn't as lucky. He nailed me pretty good. The hit shifted the back of my truck about a foot toward the left lane. Luckily, I was still holding onto the brakes hard when he hit me. So, I didn't get pushed into the car in front of me. No one got hurt, and the county paid to make the repairs to my truck.