Hoser, I did hit a priest. Sometime at the end of October (no, not Hallowe'en). I was production manager for a classmate's film set, and he had me driving shit back and forth - generators, table saws, actors, sound guys. So I drove this actor home, pretty far out of the way.
The sun was setting, and I think there were some forest fires in the area, so it was VERY orange. I had my visor down and my sunglasses on, and I was finding it difficult to watch my speed. Anyway, this guy in front of me stopped, but I couldnt see his brake-lights because they were basically the same colour as the sky that was blinding me. So I slam on the brakes, skid a lil, and rear end this car. My right front bumper collides with his centre rear bumper.
The guy with me, the sound guy, throws the $20,000 audio recorder onto the driver seat as I run out... the table saw in the back (station wagon) flew forward and made a dent in my roof, but my music kept playing! Once I got back in the car, it was the "crickets" part of Disgustipated by Tool. Heh. But let's back up a bit.
So jump out of the car as this hysterical wife woman is screaming - there's two infants in the car, one probably 6 months, the other a year. And one's crying, the other's laughing. The one who's crying quickly begins to laugh as well. So they seem fine. The husband (who has a mullet) says that he won't move, and won't tell me why. I finally press the answer out of his wife, he has a, and I quote "Pre-existing neck injury, which he believes may have been re-activated." And despite the fact that I've been as helpful as possible, he seethes "Once the police get here, everything will be allllllright".. So the cops come, don't charge me, the guy walks to his ambulance, and I go home.
Six weeks later, my mother tells me that the insurance thieves have called and that they called him"Reverend".. so I discover that I hit a priest. Nothing came of it - no charges or subpeonas (knock on wood).. and the car has since totalled itself against a pole (love icy roads).. And this is why I no longer drive!
He did seem kinda vindictive for a priest. Oh yeah, and a friend of mine lived about 2 door down from them, so I'd go to visit him and check out if their car was repaired yet (I didn't bother with mine) - took them many months. Have no idea if they even claimed it.
Bah, that's my story