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Originally Posted by alicat
A few years ago I came to a stop on a yellow light. No stopping fast as in a last second decision to not speed up and go through, just your text-book stop. I put the gear in neutral, looked up and saw in my rear-view mirror a broncco flying towards my rear-end. I had just enough time to turn to my right and try to brace my poor dog from hitting the dash (a move that bought me physical therapy for my back), which I wasn't successful at. He hit the dash like a ton of bricks and had a couple teeth knocked out. The asshole pushed my truck (yes, although not a major accident, he hit me hard enough to push a truck) halfway into the intersection. Luckily the light for traffic going the other direction had just turned green so no one hit me.
We pull over into a parking lot and it turns out to be an older man. He had the balls to ask me, "Why didn't you go through the yellow light?"!!! What?! A yellow light means SLOW DOWN AND PREPARE TO STOP FOR THE RED LIGHT. The accident was completely his fault and yet he tried to pass the buck by blaming me for obeying the law and driving safely. His facial expression clearly showed that he knew he was a fault but didn't want to own up to it. I just shook my head in disgust and waited for the cops who knew right off the bat he was at guilty.
With the "no fault" laws we have in Michigan, even though he hit me we had to pay for the damage and our rate went up, sheesh.
Ali
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My father stopped for a yellow light in Detroit, MI.. the guy behind him crashed into the car, got out, yelled at my dad for stopping at the yellow light, and swung at a crowbar at his head. He put his arm up and had it broken rather than his skull, and the guy drove off. I was in the car the the time, apparently.. though too young to really remember. Yellow lights are apparently serious business in Michigan..