About a year and a half ago I'm driving my 94 Civic Si (settle down you noobs, I was a Civic owner) south on 35th Ave. It's a six-lane road with a center turn lane. Traffic is backed up at a light so I creep into the left-turn lane and SLOWLY head for the intersection to turn left.
At the same time, a guy is heading north out of a driveway and uses the left-turn-only lane as a "speed-up" lane. He's trying to get up enough speed to merge into traffic, so he's accelerating at WOT while LOOKING BACK OVER HIS RIGHT SHOULDER!!! I see him coming at me head-on. I stop. Nowhere to go. I lay on the horn - Civic horns suck. I press the clutch and try to grab reverse to lessen the impact.
I can see his female passenger yell at him at the last second and cover her face - He looks at me right before impact and covers HIS face (pu$$y). Hits me head-on. Bags didn't blow, I go backward six car lengths, miraculously I stay dead-straight in the lane and hit nothing else.
Guess what he's driving? A 94 Chevy Caprice that he had just bought from a police auction. Cops on the scene were amazed that I wasn't hurt, and that no other damage was done (and that I didn't kill the stupid SOB for hitting me, since they noticed I was carrying when they arrived).
Guess what else? I threw my front bumper in the back, jump up and down on the hood to push it back down, and I drive to work, both doors opened fine, no other damage - His car left on a hook, with the radiator jammed back into the front of the block, and the fan went THROUGH the radiator.
After that I decided I needed a bigger car.
