It was a sunny morning in January and I was working as a recovery driver. Three weeks before there had been serious flooding meaning lots of cars suffering flood damage and so lots of work for us. I’d been working eighteen hours a day every day since the 2nd of January.
I was driving one of our courtesy cars, a little Dawoo Matiz, to a customer to bring back his car for repair. I was driving along in a line of traffic when the car in front stopped to turn right. I didn’t see it stop and drove into the back of it. It was a big heavy Mercedes estate which my little car bounced off and into the oncoming traffic. My car was hit again by a Volvo estate doing 50mph and was spun back onto the side of the road it was on before but now facing the opposite direction.
I got out and asked the other drivers that had stopped to help me push the car off the road. I phoned my boss to tell him what happened. He turned up in the recovery truck to pick the car up. He said that if the car I was driving had been a much heavier car then it wouldn’t have bounced into the oncoming traffic, but if it had only been a slightly heavier car then it wouldn’t have bounced as far as it did and instead of hitting the door post of my car it would have hit the drivers door and probably seriously injured me.