The little old lady was screaming at me and then at the officer about dirty young hippies driving 60mph! Downtown St. John, nb.ca. at noon hour on a Saturday on The Square, 50 yards after a left turn (so, there is no way I could have been going any more than top of second). The cop asked her if she had her signal light on. She said, "Everyone knows you have to change lanes." (her lane turned into parking spaces) When I looked in my mirror, it looked like jaws... my left rear fender was hanging from the right side of her bumper.

Her insurance company called and said it was clearly a 50/50 accident. I screamed. They paid.

Wouldna been so bad if the guy who did the welding had not burned the wiring harness. About three months later... POOF. That cost me a bunch beacause of uni exams as there was no time for me to do it.

I was tooling along and saw buddy come to the stop sign of a side street just ahead on my left. He was on the motor so I kept a close eye. Not close enough as he ran the stop and I only had time to stand on the break and take my seat belt off. Thank goodness I got the belt off in time and only ended up with hip and arm bruises when he T-boned me. I got out the other door and glared at him. He said, "Where the hell did you come from?" I pointed back down the street, said, "That way." and started laughing. He didn't laugh. The cop told me I had to go to the hospital. I told him I had to go to work, crawled back in the Bug and went to work.