My wife's at the store in the Escort and I decide to pop over to the gym to exercise the knee I busted up last fall. I run across her on the way out, we roll windows down to exchange info and a minute later I'm stopped at the light on SE 39th & Main by the Hawthorne Fred Meyer's and I get that big jolt that means you've been rear-ended.
I'm in the middle lane on 39th, the people on the right let me pull across to get onto Main, but the guy in the Subaru Brat behind me just takes off. Which is pretty stupid, because it being 3:30 in the afternoon there are an ungodly number of people who've just picked their kids up from school out shopping, not to mention a lot of other folks on the scene. I get an old lady walking half a block to give me her phone number, a guy with a photo of the license plate, two girls the guy had been tailgating before he hit me, and a contractor who circles back around in his truck after following the guy for a couple of lights and calling him in to 9-1-1. Plus there were a couple of other emergency calls. The cops are there in just a couple of minutes (and I mean more than just one cruiser), plus they're out looking for the car.
Damage
looks superficial, but even though the jolt didn't move Stendahl forward much (if at all) it the Brat connected with more than a love tap. The rear bumper's hanging down, there's paint damage on the back deck and rear bumpers, and I don't think the exhaust system is supposed to have that crease in it....
Appraiser's supposed to come by on Friday, I'll be taking Stendahl to the scp after that.