As the rushhour traffic brought me to a stand-still, I had only stopped for a few seconds when I felt a jolt and heard the distinct sound of crunching plastic. I looked in the rearview, to see an unhappy guy in a newer Chev SUV looking at me. Knowing the rigidity of me 60 series back bumper, I wasn't at all concerned and just watched the guy to see what he would do. Maybe his SUV was stolen, or maybe he knew the insurance company would show him no pity, he didn't bother getting out to exchange information. I just had a sip of my coffee and didn't look back, reminded again why I drive an old LandCruiser.
When I got to work, I had a look at it, not a mark.
When I got to work, I had a look at it, not a mark.