I was stopped at a red light on a Tuesday morning. Completely stopped. Foot on the brake, watching the cross traffic, the same way I have done it since 1974.
The truck behind me wasn't stopping. I heard it before I felt it.
Nobody was hurt, thank God. But what happened next was worse than the accident. The driver got out, looked at his bumper, looked at me, and told the officer that I had rolled backward into him.
His passenger backed him up. Two stories against one.
I am 74 years old. I watched that young officer look at me, then at them, then back at me, and I could see the math he was doing. Older driver. Maybe he got confused. Maybe his foot slipped. Nobody said the word age out loud. Nobody had to.
Here is what I did not know that morning: when there is no proof, fault is just a vote. And I was losing it two to one.