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A witness to the accident described the car as a silver Cavalier (like mine) driven by a blonde woman (like me). The most damning part? The witness gave the police my license plate number.
When I first received the notice from the police, I actually laughed. I knew I hadn't been anywhere near Lake Of The Isles in Minneapolis, and I sure as hell hadn't rear-ended someone and then taken off.
I showed my dad the letter, and he said I'd better take it seriously. Fortunately, I remembered exactly where I was and what I was doing on the day in question.
I called the police phone number indicated on the letter. After I identified myself, the officer I spoke to said, "Tell me about the accident you were involved in."
"That's the thing. I wasn't in an accident."
"Then why were we given your license number?"
"I don't know. But I wasn't involved."
He asked me to describe my day. I was able to do so, and it wasn't until then that I was told what time of day the accident occurred. It was in the morning - I was still in bed, and my car was still buried in snow from the previous night's snowfall!
The officer was very rude and accusatory. I was told I needed to come down to the Minneapolis police station with my proof of insurance and my car for inspection. I did.
The officer who examined my car laughed. It was clear to him, anyway, that my little Cavalier had not rear-ended a New Yorker. There wasn't a scratch on my car, nor any evidence that it had been damaged and repaired. I was vindicated and cleared of any suspicion.
Apparently, that wasn't good enough for the victim's insurance company. A few weeks later, I received a letter from them. It said, "We have concluded our investigation of the accident in which you were involved with our client...." and wound up demanding payment of $2600 from me.
I called them. I told them I thought it was amazing that they were able to "conclude their investigation" without ever once calling me or inspecting my car. I told them I was not involved, I did not hit their client, and I wasn't paying that money. The woman I spoke to was insistent, so I told her to call the police. They had cleared me of any wrongdoing. I also asked that they issue another letter, stating that I did not owe them any money (I never got that letter).
All of this transpired over the course of a few weeks, right before I met my husband. We often wondered how the witness had gotten my license plate number.
About two years ago, we were on the freeway when we were passed by a silver Cavalier being driven by a blonde woman - and her license number was almost identical to mine! Two letters were transposed. To this day, my husband and I remain convinced that SHE was the mysterious hit and run driver.
Anyway...I want to say good luck to you and I hope you are cleared of any wrongdoing very quickly!
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