Headed off to men’s group last night – pulled onto the side road behind a pick-em-up hauling a snowmachine trailer – big enough to hold 4 machines. We both stopped at the light before going onto the highway.

And then . . . .

He backed up – I started honking my horn and yelling – neither of which he apparently heard as he continued backing up and into my little plastic bodied saturn.

And then . . .

the light changed – and he pulled forward and through the intersection. I had unhooked my seatbelt and was getting ready to get out of the car to see what damage might have been done – thinking he was going to get out and check out the damage himself.

Instead he drove off toward town – with me in hot pursuit – still honking the horn and yelling. He pulled into the middle lane – I pulled into the outer lane next to him and finally came even with the front of his truck – the young woman in the passenger seat looked at me and I yelled YOU HIT ME – PULL OVER!

They did – at the entrance to the nearby wally-world. I pulled in behind, got out with notepad in hand and asked his name – as I pointed to the front of the car and repeated – this time where he could hear me – you backed into me at the light – and then you drove away.

He gave me name and number and asked me what I wanted to do – checked the damage and said “I’ll fix it and give you some money, too.”

Sigh – yes, he has that kind of money and money talks – but I am deaf. I did call the police to make a report – they asked us to stay where we were and came out – one officer to write the report – then another with a new office along for the ride – and the learning experience. She took several pictures and wrote in her log book before leaving.

The officer in charge took our documents, called us in with license check, gave us the paperwork we needed to send in for proof of insurance, checked with me to make sure I really didn’t want to see the guy cited, then sent me on my way. I arrived at class only a few minutes late.

I snapped some pictures today – the main damage is confined to scratches on the bumper where the trailer came up and over, then scraped as it pulled away . . . and the license plate holder which was popped out of the bumper.

The other driver talked with hubbymoose today and will come over Sunday (after he gets home from snowmachining with those machines in the trailer) to get the car and “fix it.” We’ll see.

The adrenaline has gone now – and I can even smile about it. After all, I live in Alaska – I make my own fun.