how the hell is it believable you don't know the make of the car? I guess tow truck drivers don't care about those details while speeding to make the next dollar.

I very much look forward to this thread devolving into everyone sharing their worst tow truck experiences.

adding to the experience - while waiting on the tow truck, some dude stopped his car just in front of mine. He got out wearing a yellow safety vest. He claimed to be a mechanic and would fix my car, right there! I told him no thanks....I call people like that an entrepreneur.

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I opted for what I thought would be faster service through the county safeclear.

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Paying extra for something and then referring to it as a free service is peak 2022.

Best/worst wrecker story? OK...here goes:

I had an accident on BW8 a few years back east of 59N, before they finished the main lanes. I was eastbound about to go through an intersection and a guy and his drunk buddy swerved in front of me going about 10 mph (I was going about 45). I hit him pretty hard, but no airbag deployment. He tried to run, so I sped up to keep up with him long enough to get a license plate #. Just then, he decided to pull over. I called the cops to report the accident and his attempt to flee, then got out and waited for him to approach my truck.

He apologized for his drunk buddy grabbing the steering wheel and yanking him over in front of me (trying to get him to go get more beer). He asked if we could exchange insurance info and talk in the morning to work something out (it was about 11:30pm). I said if he could get me insurance info and let me take a picture of his ID before the cops got there, I would be fine, but I was planning to stall him long enough for them to get there and do a full report because I didn't trust him at all.

Sure enough, he went back to "look for his insurance card" and took off. I called the police back and let them know he had fled the scene. About that time a couple of wreckers showed up and were parked behind me waiting for the cops to show up. They were listening to the police scanner and said police were responding to a level 1 call for a domestic violence incident nearby so we would probably not see them right away.

A few minutes later, the guy shows back up and parks behind the wreckers. I pointed him out to the wrecker drivers and we started walking toward him. He immediately peeled out and tried to leave again, but clipped one of the wrecker trucks on his way out. The wrecker drivers all jumped in their trucks to chase him. I called the cops and told them about it and told them I was going back up the road to the lighted gas station to wait for them instead of sitting out in the dark on the shoulder.

Finally about an hour later a police officer shows up to take the report and gives me a report #. Just then, the call came over their radio about a fugitive being chased into the woods nearby. They were finally able to put two and two together and it turns out the guy who pulled in front of me was out on parole and driving his girlfriends car. He had gone back to her house to try to get her to come back to the scene with him to give me her insurance card and get me to list her as the driver of the car. Her parents objected and there was a standoff between him and her father that was the "Level 1 Domestic incident" the wrecker drivers heard about.

He apparently left in her car again before the cops got there and came back to the scene to try to get me to settle up without insurance, but got spooked when we all started walking towards him. When he took off and hit the wrecker, they all were chasing him all over NE Houston and talking to the cops on the radio about where he was. Then the cops figured out it was the same guy they were trying to find for the domestic incident and joined in the chase. The guy bailed out and ran into the woods before getting caught by the cops. I had to go down to the substation on Will Clayton at about 1:30am to verify that the guy they caught was the guy who was driving the car I was in the accident with. He had no shirt on and was all cut up and scratched from being dragged through the brush.

The cops ended up giving me the insurance card his girlfriend gave them for her car and I was able to bend my front bumper out enough to be able to drive home and didn't end up needing the wrecker. About two weeks later, my insurance came back and let me know that the girlfriend had been dropped from her mom's insurance about a month before the accident and the card was no good. So after all that, it ended up being covered under my uninsured motorist coverage like it would have been if I had just let the dude run away in the first place.

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Last year, the rib was driving her Yukon on memorial through the tunnel construction and hit something causing the right two tires to immediately fail. HPD called a tow truck to the tune of $200 to have it towed to discount to get two new tires for next to nothing due to having road hazards. That's all.

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that's karma for using a stupid pejorative like "rib."

swimmerbabe11 said:

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I very much look forward to this thread devolving into everyone sharing their worst tow truck experiences.

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Drivers are scum, and they know it, love it, and DGAF. That is my experience.

Flashdiaz said:

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how the hell is it believable you don't know the make of the car? I guess tow truck drivers don't care about those details while speeding to make the next dollar.

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Identify as a woman.

I almost got killed in that area right past 610 because of a dumbass tow truck driver. I was in the left lane headed east on 10 and the tow truck driver was right in front of me. We were going probably 65, which was crazy for that time of day, but I'll take it. Then he slammed on his brakes and came to a complete stop. I slammed on mine as well, and while sitting there, I look up and see an 18 wheeler with trailer tires smoking coming right towards me, who then goes onto the left shoulder and passes us by at about 50 mph. Traffic clears to the right and the tow truck dumbass starts getting over to get someone who was on the side of the road right past the on rap from 610. The guy carpooling with me was yelling at the guy in Spanish while I drove on with my legs feeling weak.

Most tow truck drivers are the scum of the Earth. That's all that I have to add.

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I had to call roadside assistance to get my truck towed to the shop when somehow a hole got blown in my oil filter and the guy that showed up was every bit of 400 lbs, was covered in psoriasis, had not showered in idk how many days and was wearing some filthy clothes and flip flops that were showing off his nasty toe nails and fat roll cankles. I was horrified.

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Just before he came to get you, he was over at Hooters flirting with the waitresses...

Sea Speed said:

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I had to call roadside assistance to get my truck towed to the shop when somehow a hole got blown in my oil filter and the guy that showed up was every bit of 400 lbs, was covered in psoriasis, had not showered in idk how many days and was wearing some filthy clothes and flip flops that were showing off his nasty toe nails and fat roll cankles. I was horrified.

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Usually these experiences are reserved for flying coach from Seattle to Miami.

There are plenty of A-hats, but there are good ones too who deserve equal time:

Had a monster blowout on 10 on a Saturday morning in my old Expedition. Made it over several lanes to the right shoulder. By that time, tire was shredded and car was basically sitting on rim. Couldn't get the crappy jack that came with it under the car. Tow truck pulls up, hooks up, puts me, wife and mother-in-law in the back seat of his truck, tows us to a safe parking lot, changes the tire. Tried not to accept any money but I forced him to.