Originally Posted by
Loramski
I think this may be right although I don't drive and have no idea how this kind of thing works. I've got a long story here which isn't very interesting so I wouldn't bother reading it, it's a bit vague too because it happened 25 years ago but basically I saw a very similar incident to this in Grangetown on the evening of the 1994 World Cup Final.
A car driven by an old man pulled out at a junction and caused a young woman to swerve her car, she had to brake hard which spun the car and then, somehow, she accelerated out of the spin and hit a wall. She may have hit a parked car too, I can't remember. She was screaming hysterically and all the locals came out to look but me and my lad just walked off and I thought nothing more of it really.
Until a few months later that is, when I saw a card in the local newsagents asking if anyone had seen a crash on July 17th. I realised it was the incident I'd seen and rang the number given. Within minutes a young guy was knocking on my door and telling me the story. It was his girlfriend driving the car that crashed but the problem was the car that pulled out was driven by a vicar and he, and the other respectable citizens in his car, were claiming that she'd caused the crash because she was speeding. As I understood it, his version of events was being accepted as the truth and it looked like the girl was going to be held responsible which would cost her thousands of pounds that she didn't have.
I said there was no way she was speeding, my lad was only 5 at the time and I was very conscious of that kind of thing around there, and that the crash was caused entirely by the old guy pulling out into her path. I said I'd be more than happy to write a statement to that effect which I did there and then. The guy was buzzing. He was a City fan and he was making some half-hearted attempts at small talk but he couldn't even sit down. He was just pacing around while I wrote my statement out.
Again, I thought little of it for a couple of months until there was a knock on my door one evening. I opened it and the young couple were standing there with a box of chocolates for my family. Apparently, as soon as my statement went in the vicar withdrew his version of events and admitted responsibility. The pair of them were so grateful, it was a nice moment to be honest. I kind of wish I'd said 'I've just saved you thousands of pounds and all I get is a box of f**king chocolates?' but sometimes you don't think of these things till it's too late.