Okay, I said I'd share my two stories of "accidentally" ramming other people's cars, so here goes:
1. I was driving in Westwood Village one night, about 11:30pm or so. I'd had a few drinks (which is not funny, because only morons drive after drinking...but that's what happened) and as I waited at a red light, another car full of sorority types pulled up next to me. Suddenly, I heard giggling and then this, "Oh my God! Look at that car! It is SOOOO ghetto!" I looked over at this car full of girls who looked like Cordelia's group...they were pointing at my car and laughing. Big mistake. I made a sharp right and rammed the driver's side of their car. I was rewarded with high-pitched shrieks of terror. 😈 They tried to get away, but I wasn't having it. So, it was a game of cat and mouse, with them attempting to hide and me finding them. 😂 Unfortunately, I made a turn and saw them parked with an LAPD cruiser next to them. Uh oh. They pointed at my car. I parked behind them, and told the cop that I was lost...and could he please tell me where Pico Blvd was? He looked confused, since the girls said I'd been chasing them. I feigned confusion, saying I'd been driving in circles because I was lost. Long story short, the cop believed me because those girls had also been drinking, and I looked sober. He gave me directions to Pico Blvd (which I already knew lol) Whew! That was a close one!!
2. I was in the turn lane at National and Westwood, when suddenly, the black BMW in front of me hit his brakes...my car was huge, and took longer to stop, so I honked at him in irritation. This guy actually put his car in park, jumped out, and came to my window. He was furious, saying how I'd almost hit him and that I should go back to driving school. (Yeah...that was ill-advised, dude. You should have stayed in your car) I waited for him to get back in his car...then I hit the gas. (Woo hoo!) His bumper crumpled slightly. His arms flew up in the air. He tried to get out of the way by turning right onto National, heading towards Overland. But I wasn't finished with him yet. Hit him one more time, then took off. I'm so lucky that a cop didn't see that. 😉 Anyway, I stopped driving a couple of weeks after that. Mainly because that guy probably reported the incident to law enforcement, so I was all paranoid. And at the time, I had two bench warrants out on me. (Don't ask) I ended up selling my beloved vehicle, after it stalled in the intersection of Wilshire and La Cienaga one evening at rush hour. You all know that when your car dies, the power steering does too, right? Imagine trying to push a big car out of an intersection without any help. 😦 But I did it...and sold it a week later. I loved that car. Damn. For some reason I can't attach a photo of it! Ah well. '73 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. ❤