Some idiot dropped a full-size steel wheel complete with a tire mounted to it onto the #2 lane of the 101 south last night, in the perfect location for me to not see it as I changed lanes to pass a slow-moving other idiot in the #1 lane. Hit it head on, got caught under my car, put a huge hole in my oil pan and I dumped all my oil. Was able to pull over and [hopefully] shut the engine off in time.
Couple interesting things happened then.
First, I got tow-poached and picked up by a rogue tow driver who was NOT sent by my insurance but was probably listening to the scanners and figured out my location, then got to me first. He was halfway to taking me to a shop that would have given him a kickback for his work when I got a call from the original tow company saying they were looking for me. When I said I was already in the truck on my way she goes "that's not my driver." So that was fun. I told the guy to show me an invoice or a card or anything else and he could only give me a card for the shop he was trying to take me to, so I told him to pull over and drop my car. That actually worked pretty well, since these guys don't want to get caught poaching jobs, apparently.
Second, and here's the random fashion thought, the other driver shows up and almost immediately looks at me and says "you not from LA, where you from?" I again get this from another guy who gives me a lift home from the tow yard. I've been in LA the past 8 years but I think wearing a Stark over an OCBD, RRL chinos, and MMM side-zips must make anyone look like they are not from LA. I guess I should have known that, but I don't ordinarily get called out for it, right off the bat, too,
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