Saturday's Mishap

So, we were in a little car accident Saturday. It wasn't serious, just scary.

Basically, we were driving down 90/94, merging from the express lane to the main road. We were stuck behind this old, beat-up looking car, and as we were driving along, Chris says to me, "That guy's tire looks like it's about to fall off."

And just then, his front hood flies off. (The tire, on the other hand, stayed in tact). The hood flew over his car and came right at us. Chris swerved toward the shoulder, but we still hit the hood and then drove over it. It left a nice gash in the bumper, and the status of the underbody of our car is TBD.

So, we pulled over to the ramp while the other driver went to retrieve his stray hood. It was held on by chicken wire. So, obviously, the dude had no insurance. Still, he stuck around and talked to the cops, gave his information, was very, very apologetic to us, etc. So, at least he was a bit more courteous than the other random vehicular aggressor.

How does this stuff happen to us? We literally drive once a week, and that's it. Yet, in less than a year, we've managed to get in a three-car accident — while parked, and had a car hood flung at us. WTF?