I was going through the parking lot at work, going down one lane about to turn into another. Here's a diagram:
I am the blue-blockish-thing. The greenish-blockish-thing is the Ranger that backed into me. ****in' A.
It's not too awfully bad in any one place, just a mediumly bad in a lot of places. His rear bumper hit the corner of my front bumper and driver's side front fender... then came the wheel and tire... then the door... more of the door... then the rear quarter panel in front of the rear wheel... then gave my rear wheel a little bit of "curb rash" before calling it quits.
Damn. The amazing thing is I'm really not all that pissed about it. If it would have been my fox, I woulda killed the ****er. Really wasn't his fault though... there was a huge SUV with tinted windows and all that jazz parked right next to him. There's no way he could see a damn thing. I hate SUVs. And I didn't see him coming because I was looking down the aisle I was about to turn down to make sure no one was coming out there. **** happens.
Since I was coming back to town next weekend anyway, I'm gonna let Ronnie Campbell fix it (I'm sure Spec will be happy to hear that). I've already OK'd it with Geico. That means I get to drive teh badness back to Texas
for about a month until I come back for Thanksgiving. I'm actually looking forward to it.