My close call was about five years ago. My physicians have always kept close watch on my health since the US Army removed my spleen when I was four years old. My physician wanted to do a special test that could not be locally, so it was off to San Francisco early one morning. All was going well as my girlfriend and I drove up the San Francisco Peninsula on the Bayshore Freeway around 50 miles per hour. Traffic was heavy, and ahead of us was a large bus transporting workers to Google (also known locally as a Google bus). In the right lane next the bus was a Mazda Miata. The bus signaled that it wanted to move to the right lane, but did not see the Miata. My mind said “this could be exciting”. And indeed, it was as the bus moved into the right lane, clobbering the Miata. Next thing I saw was a spinning Miata coming at me as I am going 50 miles per hour, and my girlfriend was screaming louder than I have ever heard before. The Miata hit my right front fender, bounced off and then hit the BMW slightly behind me in the right lane. The Miata, BMW and I got off at the next exit and parked. Meanwhile, the bus drove on like nothing has happen.
My accident with a Google bus.
The California Highway Patrol arrived, took an accident report, and very fortunately, no one was hurt. Since there were no injuries, there was no investigation and the perpetrator of the accident was never found. I even went to the Google offices, but they were no help.
In retrospect, all my driving skills and luck worked perfectly. Shortly after, I traded in my Garmin navigator with a new model with a camera that records the last thirty minutes of driving. The other lesson was to always anticipate the idiotic moves that drivers can make.