I admit that I too was a teenage driving menace, but at least I wasn't a menace to other drivers (meaning, I never hit one). However, there is a certain curb, and a certain 18-foot tall chain link fence and a certain soccer field that would have labeled me as a menace for sure.
Back on point. A few weeks back, S was cruising down Main Street with C and PK. A 16-year old in a 1990 1-ton pickup truck failed to yield and made a left turn from the other direction, right into S' lane.
She hit the kid so hard, she spun him around and flipped the truck on it's side. He climbed out, but the truck, had it not been on it's side, was still driveable. The front of our car, a 99 Honda CRV, was a Nascar spectators wet dream.
No one was hurt, and C was more amazed that we had "ballons" in our car (airbags deployed) than she was scared.
The police report cited the "teenage menace" as the cause of the wreck, and his insurance company promptly coughed up a check. We were sad to say goodbye to our CRV, since we bought it new when C was born and it was our first "family car."
The search for a replacement car was on, and soon we found ourselves cruising around town in a low-mileaged used car, courtesy of the Honda dealer in Edmond, some 60 miles away.
Here's where the small town moment occured.
The other day, a family pulls up, smiling and gesticulating madly at us to roll down our window. We heard the driver yell out, "hey, you bought my car!"
Turns out our cars previous owner use to live in our small town, had traded it in on a new car several months ago, and recognized it as we passed each other down the main drag. He no longer lives in our town, but was passing through on his way north.
So, what are the chances that the same car ended up back in the same small town, 60 miles and several months later, and that both the previous owners and current owners would both happen to be in that car, on the same road, at the same intersection, in that same small town?