This afternoon I was rearended by an inexperienced driver in a hurry; we both survived uninjured, albeit shaken. I saw a few lessons; I welcome additional observations.
The light turned yellow as my Savana approached a major intersection. I stopped and put it in Park. Boomp! I was pushed into the intersection; boomp! pushed further. I was in Park! How come I was rolling? Fortunately, my brakes stopped me. I went back to the Corolla that had hit me. I asked, “Did your brakes go?” She apologized profusely, and said she’d assumed I would roll through the yellow.
I was flabbergasted that my van kept rolling into the intersection. I don’t know whether that’s the nature of automatic transmissions’ Park setting, that once the vehicle is nudged, being in Park doesn’t make it stop—likely--or rather that her car was still pushing my van right in the intersection.
At first I was disturbed that she hit me Boomp; Boomp; then I realized that maybe she rammed me once, and then the air bag affected her control.
I still don’t have her name and insurance info, but when the police report eventually is posted, it should be there, so I can pass it on to my agent.
I applaud her for owning up to the police. I am grateful that her air bag protected her. I’m grateful that I wasn’t driving my wife’s little hybrid. And I learned that yes, a sedan can not only bang up a ¾ ton van but shove it a few car lengths.



