The "I screwed up and I know it" thread
Discussion
r1ch said:
Acknowledging your mistakes makes you a good driver. For example when someone does something stupid and you express your frustration, and they go mad at you, those are bad drivers.
I usually apologise if i do something daft. Rare occurance mind, im a driving god, buy my cars with cash only, massive in the trousers, like the mx5. You know proper ph'er.
As do I, it often placates people who acknowledge back. I actually have a lot of respect for the drivers that pull some wide stuff, then acknowledge it.I usually apologise if i do something daft. Rare occurance mind, im a driving god, buy my cars with cash only, massive in the trousers, like the mx5. You know proper ph'er.
'Cept this morning what I did was so farking retarded tehre was no time for any of that. Honestly, still embarrassed by it.
Nothing like swinging in to a parking space at speed, not remembering about the frost on the carpark, and ending up beaching the front of the car on the kerb on it's subframe. Right in front of the office window. Then having to go get a Transit round to pull the car off, much to the amusement of everyone in the office watching.
Kozy said:
I pulled out into the path of a bright sodding yellow Merc SLK a few years ago and left a nice black stripe down the side of it from my rubbing strip.
I did not look properly. There's no way I could not have seen a car that bright if I had have done...
That little black stripe (not even a dent, no damage to my car) cost £6000 due to the accident management companies meddling...
Yellow cars are actually stupidly hard to see; a friend had a yellow Seicento and she said she had more near misses in that car than all of her others combined, mostly people pulling out on her. I did not look properly. There's no way I could not have seen a car that bright if I had have done...
That little black stripe (not even a dent, no damage to my car) cost £6000 due to the accident management companies meddling...
On the day of the England Germany world cup game (KO 7pm) I arrived home at 6.58pm in the Porsche 911 busting for a pee.
I pulled into my allocated space in the downstairs car park at a brisk pace, and in doing so didn't brake quickly enough. I hit the wall in front head on at about 10mph.
Instant stop, big bang, £1000 paint job and a red face as the hottie neighbour was unloading her car and saw the whole thing!
And we lost.
Edited by Soovy on Friday 10th June 11:42
Soovy said:
On the day of the England Germany world cup game (KO 7pm) I arrived home at 6.58pm in the Porsche 911 busting for a pee.
I pulled into my allocated space in the downstairs car park at a brisk pace, and in doing so didn't brake quickly enough. I hit the wall in front head on at about 10mph.
Instant stop, big bang, £1000 paint job and a red face as the hottie neighbour was unloading her car and saw the whole thing!
And we lost.
Ouch!I pulled into my allocated space in the downstairs car park at a brisk pace, and in doing so didn't brake quickly enough. I hit the wall in front head on at about 10mph.
Instant stop, big bang, £1000 paint job and a red face as the hottie neighbour was unloading her car and saw the whole thing!
And we lost.
Edited by Soovy on Friday 10th June 11:42
Ok here goes:
two episodes of parking complacency with new cars:
In 2001, in Germany, I had my new E46 M3. I was so proud of this car, having found one, despite the waiting lists. My parking spot was down a narrow twenty metre long drive. I'd had a 330Ci for the last twelve months and getting down the drive and parking was one of those manoeuvres that becomes instinctive. Unfortunately, the M3 has wider wheelarches than the 330 and there was a big tree root base sticking out into the drive at wheelarch height. It readjusted the leading edge of the wheelarch to the same width as the 330.
Early this year, in the brand new X5, I decided after dropping my parents off at my brother's house to stock up on beer at Waitrose on the Finchley Road. This store has a notoriously tight car park. I had scoffed for years at the morons who can't manoeuvre their cars between the pillars and walls without hitting them and I drive through it fluidly having got to know it so well. That evening as I was taking the S turn by the lift entrance in my usual fluid way I was arrested by a crunch as the offside rear door crunched against a corner. The car had not even done 100 miles!
two episodes of parking complacency with new cars:
In 2001, in Germany, I had my new E46 M3. I was so proud of this car, having found one, despite the waiting lists. My parking spot was down a narrow twenty metre long drive. I'd had a 330Ci for the last twelve months and getting down the drive and parking was one of those manoeuvres that becomes instinctive. Unfortunately, the M3 has wider wheelarches than the 330 and there was a big tree root base sticking out into the drive at wheelarch height. It readjusted the leading edge of the wheelarch to the same width as the 330.
Early this year, in the brand new X5, I decided after dropping my parents off at my brother's house to stock up on beer at Waitrose on the Finchley Road. This store has a notoriously tight car park. I had scoffed for years at the morons who can't manoeuvre their cars between the pillars and walls without hitting them and I drive through it fluidly having got to know it so well. That evening as I was taking the S turn by the lift entrance in my usual fluid way I was arrested by a crunch as the offside rear door crunched against a corner. The car had not even done 100 miles!
Complete and utter stupidity a few months ago, following an S class,light goes orange, woman ahead jams on, which she was perfectly entitled to do. I had assumed she would go through it.,slammed on and gave her a tap, (paint scrapes, my front plate, and a shock for the poor woman. Profuse apologies, complete stupidity on my part and payment of all damage of course. She initially came out shouting at me, which I richly deserved, so I simply accepted I had been an idiot immediately, and she calmed down and we had a polite conversation , and all was well. I was very lucky..a Cayenne is a lot of weight and 5 or 10 mph faster could have given her whiplash and lots of car damage.
A couple of years ago - I was sat at the front of a queue waiting for the lights to change, I was looking round my car for my phone which had just fallen down the side of my seat when I spot out of the corner of my eye that the lights had changed.....for the other lane filtering left...... so I pull away and get 10 feet into the junction when I realise that my lane is still red.
Luckily the lady behind me didn't pull forward and I was able to reverse back into my space.
Ultimate humiliation, to which my brother, who was sat in the passanger seat, still finds hillarious.
Luckily the lady behind me didn't pull forward and I was able to reverse back into my space.
Ultimate humiliation, to which my brother, who was sat in the passanger seat, still finds hillarious.
I was having my 1 series washed at a hand wash and noticed that the road leading out of it was wet, not very grippy and therefore a perfect opportunity to break some traction.
Once they'd dried her off and I'd paid, I switched off the DSC and waited for my gap in traffic to pull out and impress the Asian/Kosovan staff with my RWD drifting ability.
It started well: I broke traction, turned right, back end came round so dialled in some opposite lock, ran out of gear so went for second, snapped the clutch out to break traction again, both rear tyres now spinning at full pelt in second gear when all of a sudden one gripped as i began to straighten up, hard. This produced a bit of a tank slapper and very, very nearly caused me to lose it on the grass verge. I just held it, much to the amusement of the guys who had just washed my car.
What a tit!
Once they'd dried her off and I'd paid, I switched off the DSC and waited for my gap in traffic to pull out and impress the Asian/Kosovan staff with my RWD drifting ability.
It started well: I broke traction, turned right, back end came round so dialled in some opposite lock, ran out of gear so went for second, snapped the clutch out to break traction again, both rear tyres now spinning at full pelt in second gear when all of a sudden one gripped as i began to straighten up, hard. This produced a bit of a tank slapper and very, very nearly caused me to lose it on the grass verge. I just held it, much to the amusement of the guys who had just washed my car.
What a tit!
Years ago I owned a Porsche 928 and a little pick-up I used for work. I came home after doing about 120 miles one day and jumped straight into the 928 to get fuel. Pulled into a busy garage and up behind a bloke filling his car and just completely forgot I wasn't in the pick-up, the 928 has a long nose and I just bashed straight into his bumper. His car jumped forward about 2 feet and it scared the living crap out of him (he'd been staring intently at the pump). I was absolutely mortified and jumped straight out full of apologies and offers to pay for repairs but he just waved me off, paid and got away as quickly as possible, without even checking the damage.
Maybe just embarrassed or perhaps he'd had a couple of pints or something.
Of course I then had to fill my car in front of lots of sniggering drivers while the front bumper dangled off the car!
Maybe just embarrassed or perhaps he'd had a couple of pints or something.
Of course I then had to fill my car in front of lots of sniggering drivers while the front bumper dangled off the car!
I absent mindedly parked my car on an almost flat drive without putting the handbrake on.
The car waited until I was sufficiently far away before it began rolling, slowly at first, until it reached a massive bloody hill. It proceeded to rearrange a brick wall, destroy the rear bumper and the exhaust got shunted moving everything up to the exhaust manifold.
The car waited until I was sufficiently far away before it began rolling, slowly at first, until it reached a massive bloody hill. It proceeded to rearrange a brick wall, destroy the rear bumper and the exhaust got shunted moving everything up to the exhaust manifold.
Zod said:
Ok here goes:
two episodes of parking complacency with new cars:
In 2001, in Germany, I had my new E46 M3. I was so proud of this car, having found one, despite the waiting lists. My parking spot was down a narrow twenty metre long drive. I'd had a 330Ci for the last twelve months and getting down the drive and parking was one of those manoeuvres that becomes instinctive. Unfortunately, the M3 has wider wheelarches than the 330 and there was a big tree root base sticking out into the drive at wheelarch height. It readjusted the leading edge of the wheelarch to the same width as the 330.
Early this year, in the brand new X5, I decided after dropping my parents off at my brother's house to stock up on beer at Waitrose on the Finchley Road. This store has a notoriously tight car park. I had scoffed for years at the morons who can't manoeuvre their cars between the pillars and walls without hitting them and I drive through it fluidly having got to know it so well. That evening as I was taking the S turn by the lift entrance in my usual fluid way I was arrested by a crunch as the offside rear door crunched against a corner. The car had not even done 100 miles!
God knows what you are going to be like on the twisty tight roads in Tuscany! two episodes of parking complacency with new cars:
In 2001, in Germany, I had my new E46 M3. I was so proud of this car, having found one, despite the waiting lists. My parking spot was down a narrow twenty metre long drive. I'd had a 330Ci for the last twelve months and getting down the drive and parking was one of those manoeuvres that becomes instinctive. Unfortunately, the M3 has wider wheelarches than the 330 and there was a big tree root base sticking out into the drive at wheelarch height. It readjusted the leading edge of the wheelarch to the same width as the 330.
Early this year, in the brand new X5, I decided after dropping my parents off at my brother's house to stock up on beer at Waitrose on the Finchley Road. This store has a notoriously tight car park. I had scoffed for years at the morons who can't manoeuvre their cars between the pillars and walls without hitting them and I drive through it fluidly having got to know it so well. That evening as I was taking the S turn by the lift entrance in my usual fluid way I was arrested by a crunch as the offside rear door crunched against a corner. The car had not even done 100 miles!
Heading through North London one evening to pick a mate up en-route to Le Mans, car (530d auto)loaded up ready for the weekend. Traffic hellish and stop start. Micra in front stops at a set of lights. I see opportunity to release the boot, hop out and grab some tabs out of one of the bags. Open drivers door, run to the back of the car, boot is open but suddenly car starts moving forward- doh! left the fecker in drive. Run back down the offside of the car, jump in just as it hits the sodding Micra. Now this really is the stupid bit. Decide not to own up, shut the door, then reopen it as the guy in front gets out and apologise for not paying attention- luckily he is preccoupied looking at his car whilst I quietly go back and shut the boot.
Insurance form time- question; Were you the driver of the car at the time of the accident...?
Total muppetry.
Insurance form time- question; Were you the driver of the car at the time of the accident...?
Total muppetry.
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