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My Father's Day Hunt

M

Mike (Virginia Beach)

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So I'm on my way to the beach this morning at about 5:45...maybe 10 minutes away from actually swinging the coil...for a 7:50 AM low tide. I'm heading to the Virginia Beach ocean front in my '97 Ford Explorer. There aren't many cars on the road at this time on Sunday morning and at this particular time, just me on the eastbound interstate a couple of miles from the beach, in the 2nd lane of four lanes on my side. I'm doing about 62 in a 55. And here comes a guy in a Jeep Cherokee coming up behind me in my same lane. And hauling bloody ass too. As he bore down on me, I thought..."surely he's going to change lanes..." Nope. He slammed right into the back of me, doing I would say 80 miles an hour. He couldn't have hit me more directly in the rear if he had used survey instruments to plot it. And he hit me HARD. It knocked my Explorer so hard that the Kenwood CD stereo came out of the dash and was hanging by the wires. The sound of the crash was intense and it felt like he lifted my truck off of the road. Miraculously, I wasn't hurt in the least, nor was he. My truck needs a new bumper and the vinyl bumper cover, but that's it. The Jeep didn't fare as well, though like my truck, it was completely drivable and it seemed the damage was only cosmetic. I popped my stereo back in the dash and it still worked fine. :)

So I pull over and get out and look at my truck and grimace at the damage and he gets out and looks and we're like "damn!" and he asks if I'm OK and I say yeah and I ask if he's OK and he says yeah. I notice that he has a windbreaker on with some patches on it, one of which says "Master SWAT Team Instructor". So now he says something like "Well, let's call it a bad day..." or similar and starts getting back in his truck. Mind you now, my bumper on my Explorer is severely damaged with two huge dents where his bumper guards impacted it and it's all smashed in and needs a new bumper. So I say "What are you doing, man?" He's like "You're OK right" Can we go now?" I say "Hell no we can't go...what are you, nuts? LOOK AT MY TRUCK, GUY...WTF is going on here?" He says "Dude...YOU hit ME!" I'm like "WHAT??? Oh, HELL no!...don't even try that." So then he's like "Can I buy you a bumper?" I said "Hell no you can't buy me a bumper...a minute ago the accident was my fault and I hit YOU, now you want to buy me a bumper? I want the cops here NOW! And things deteriorated from there, as you can imagine. I asked him if that crap on his sleeve was for real because if he was a cop then this was a pretty sorry display and quite disturbing. :punch:

So the Freeway Incident Response truck shows up and puts out cones and calls the State Troopers and they come. Just before they arrive my man pops some gum in his mouth and fires up a cigarette...big red flag there, huh? Long story short, I told the troopers what happened and I think they were pretty much believing me and I further stated that I believed him to be under the influence and they did a field sobriety test on him and it didn't look like he did too well. So they ask for his license and he gives them his ATM card and then his Virginia State ID card. So when asked, he admits to his license being suspended. Further, it's not his Jeep it's his bosses Jeep. And he has a record as long as you know what. The trooper used the term "habitual offender". So they cuffed him and stuffed him and took him away. :nono:

I got to the surf lane late for church and it was already after 7:30 and low tide by the time I was swinging and it didn't last long and was was coming back in, me about $2 richer in clad. So then I put on the Nike's and ran 6 miles up and down the boardwalk and then drove home with my trashed bumper. So the day didn't start out too well, to say the least. Later on I managed to salvage it a bit, with a nice motorcycle ride and then perhaps the best dinner I've ever had at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse with my wife and daughter, treat of my daughter for Father's Day. Oh my God, was that ever GOOD! :thumbup:

So that's my mostly non-metal detecting related pitiful story... :shrug:
 
but, knowing governments, like we all do, I doubt that will happen. Hopefully you get your truck fixed soon.

HH from Allen in MI
 
Thanks...I've already got an adjuster and claim number and am told they'll get it fixed quickly. Nationwide pretty much rocks. They'll get me fixed and then go after the owner of the truck for it. As for him, I'm with you. If I had been on my motorcycle I wouldn't be writing this now. And if my daughter had been in her Civic and he hit her, I'm sure it would have been ugly. So I hope they reem his butt good. I'm pretty sure there will be a court appearance or two in my future and if I have anything to say about it, he's going to be a nice roomie for somebody who currently very lonely and he'll be like :help:

:rofl:
 
There will be time to make up today if you have a tomorrow. God may not have given you the gold today, but he gave you life and health to go find it another day, plus yer trucks gunna git fixed, the bad guy went to jail (justice served), you got $2.00, you ran 6 miles, you rode yer motorcycle and apparently you did not get whiplash. Take 2 advil, just in case and message me in the morning!
 
:hot: Man, stories like that make me burn. Sorry for your bad start on the day. Sounds like you got it together and made the day right whit family. good for you.

That reminds me of the day I was on my bike doing an Ironman training ride. I was on a small back road and saw a woman walking her small dog down the road and coming my way. i gave plenty of room and watched as the dog came to my side of the road. He crouched down and watched me approach at about 15 MPH up the slight grade. As I was about to pass by him he leaped, got hold of my calf with teeth buried to the bone. He was hanging on so tight that he went for a circle flip as I was still pedaling. I stopped of course and the woman ran for a house with the dog trailing behind. I went over and knocked on the door but no one came. Blood was spurting from my gashed calf and my shoe was full of blood. I was a mile or so from any other help and was about to leave when I saw a phone on the car port wall. I used it to call the police. 15 minutes later a policeman arrives and I tell him my story. He asked me what I was doing on that road in a rather sarcastic manner. I explained it was my road as a tax payer. He took my ID and then simply opened the back door to the house and walked in. Well, I knew right then that this was a bad deal. I overheard him telling the woman to just say it was not her dog. He came back out and told me that him self. Funny thing was that the dog followed him out of the house and came over and licked me just as if I was his best buddy. Yeah, nice dog and a @#%&* policeman. Well he told me to leave and not to ride on that road anymore.

Well, what he did not know was that the chief of police was my neighbor and a good friend. End of story is that the policeman actually lived there and it was his dog. This policeman is no longer a policeman.

Funny set of coincidences. Sure sorry about the looser that caused your problem.
 
Wow, that's a wild story too. And it sure could have worked out for the worse as well, but like mine, events fell into line for you. Which is nice, because my luck usually goes the other way.

I was out running one night a few months ago, when it was still cold. It was in the lower 40's, so I had sweats on. It was about 9:30 or so and I came upon a well-bundled woman walking her 3 small dogs...Shitz Zu's. And she had them on one of those recoiling lease rigs, so they had more "play" then they appeared to have. So I go wide around her, well out of range of the dogs, and one of them did the same thing...chomp-locking on my right calf. Little bastidge had some sharp teeth too. It instantly turned the bite spot to an ugly purple wound in the shape of a set of teeth and there was blood, though not like in your case. She actually acted indignant that I was bent out of shape on getting bitten and told me "How could that little dog have done that and it look that bad that fast?" As if I had left the house with my wound and was just out there looking for a dog to blame it on. Unreal, huh? Bottom line is that there are some severely screwed up people out there who are quick to try and buck blame for there personal actions. And when you run into them, it sucks. Like a very high percentage of folks who had they been in my shoes yesterday would have instantly had whiplash. Well, I'm fine and I'm not about to fake some whiplash to get paid. Some people's kids weren't raised the same as some of us. :shrug:
 
It seems as there is little one can do to avoid the idiots of the world, what a 3D loser that guy is.
Good to hear that you are alright and stood up for your rights.

BDA:cool:
 
and goes to show you that there are some dirtbags out here that will try to take a shot at you and get away with it. Thats why when you are out detecting always watch your back, headphones and looking ahead or down leave you in the zone for someone to mess with you. Many years ago here at Va Bch we had a group of young punks that would run up behind you and knock you over into the water, they picked on older guys, back then there were not many waterproof machines. So be safe, watch out for the dirtbags and if your in a situation call the police, you dont know how many times people were in fender benders or worse and the driver at fault was so nice and gave the victim nothing but false information. A habitual offender is just someone thats gonna kill an innocent child or adult and cares about where the next drink comes from, nothing else. 30 yrs of doing the duty, I hate death notifications, Norm
Now lets all be safe and go for the gold.
 
HOLY CRAP BATMAN!! Glad to hear your OK, my temper would've gotten the best of me and the HP would've dragged me away also.
 
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