Car accidents, insurance and dealing with the police
By Steve Graham (Magazine Issue 14) http://www.udonmap.com/magazine/download.html
I have always had the worry of that just maybe; maybe I would have an accident whilst driving my car around Udon Thani. The whole idea of insurance is supposed to be peace of mind; however, driving around the Land of Smiles tends to put wrinkles on your face and increase your use of slang in multiple languages rather than the desired peace and tranquillity.
Just recently the inevitable happened and my beloved truck played dodgems with two locals on a motorcycle. In my eagerness to visit McDonald’s I had inadvertently forgotten to open my rear car doors to allow two eager motorcyclists the opportunity to ride their motorcycle through my car as they were travelling on the wrong side of the road.
The result, as you can imagine, was both dramatic and traumatic. Once I had finished driving over their motorcycle I was filled with horror as I realised that my pride and joy had some new go faster stripes down the driver’s side of the vehicle. Boy racers may find it attractive; however, the only benefit the on-looking audience could take from the experience was the colourful language displayed by myself and the embarrassed expressions on the faces of my children, who were more concerned about my possible impending tantrum.
The motorcycle riders were unharmed and after medical attention involving some dettol and a band aid from the emergency response team, who appeared very quickly on the scene, they were ready to do some business.
The first thing I wanted was the police. I was hit by another motorcyclist in Bangkok some years ago and we were able to come to a sensible arrangement without the police before he gave me a two fingered salute once I had returned to Udon Thani, telling my daughter on the telephone that he knew the law in Thailand, “Foreigners always pay.”
The idea of the police being involved was not welcomed at first; however, I stuck to my guns and with the help of another foreigner who was on the scene and the excellent Thai language skills of my children, this was explained to the security guards outside McDonalds. They wanted me to move my vehicle and I wanted the police to get out the spray paint and draw pretty pictures on the road. The other problem was the state of the car. It didn’t take too much explanation that the car wasn’t going anywhere bearing in mind that I had a flat tyre due to a six inch gash caused by my cross country driving skills.
The police arrived and negotiations started. After some discussion the policeman suggested that we should sort out each others vehicles and go our separate ways. I decided against this as even though I had comprehensive insurance, I was convinced that I would be stung on future premiums. This accident wasn’t my fault and by international law, “Foreigners don’t always pay.”
My insurance guy from Chartis arrived and began getting stuck into the conversation, so we decided to have some refreshment. It is times like this that make you glad that you paid those insurance premiums. Also, if you are going to have an accident, try to make sure you are somewhere where you can at least get a drink. I am sure that there will be plenty more accidents near McDonald’s so don’t worry.
As I would not change my mind, we all went off to the police station. I thought that we would be there for at least a week and was making preparations with my wife to cancel the next week of my life; however, we were only there for 30 minutes. I was asked, very politely to come back at noon the following day.
After the shock of being given my life back, I returned with my son the following day and realised that the motorcycle riders had been there some considerable time. I wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out, but was pleasantly surprised at how impartial the policeman was. He sat in the middle of the conversation between my insurance guy and the wife of the driver and didn’t take sides, offering suggestions and advice to both parties.
The process took one hour with the newfound pedestrians accepting blame and writing loads of statements. All I had to do was sign on a couple of dotted lines after my son had translated their statements. They had to pay 400 baht as some kind of fine and after one final attempt by them to ask for some cash to fix their bike, which was politely refused, I made my way out with the insurance guy to sort out the damage.
He made his notes and asked where I wanted it fixed. I thought of Mr Khummorn, the Mitsubishi man as he knows everyone around here and must have dealt with similar situations before. Sure enough, I was taken to some kind of chop-shop on the ring-road and details were discussed whilst I looked at all the other damaged vehicles lying around. On reflection, I had in fact got off quite likely. It could have been much worse.
So what can be learned from lessons such as this? Well, the reason I have insurance is for piece of mind; piece of mind in the knowledge that when there is an unfortunate accident, if you have comprehensive insurance with a reputable company, life is considerably easier. Any questions I was asked by the police or the other party were deflected to the insurance guy. Several times I stated, “Speak to him. He knows more about things like this than me.” (Especially when I was asked how much my premiums are).
Imagine if there had been a serious injury or the police were drawing human silhouettes on the tarmac and I had been driving with no license or insurance. Visions of the “Bangkok Hilton” spring to mind, with visits from my wife just like the ones in “Midnight Express.” It doesn’t bear thinking about, especially with the World Cup taking place this year.
One thing I found reassuring was the involvement of the police. At no time did I feel threatened or intimidated. They seemed to want to get the matter over and done with, with minimal fuss. As far as I was concerned they were completely impartial which I think needs a mention as people are always ready to complain and a bit slow to publicise when something goes according to plan. Throughout the whole drama, they acted as an arbitrator and remained neutral at all times.
Just before publication of this article, my insurance company wasn’t sure whether to pay for the tyre. In order to solve this problem I went to their offices and dumped the offending tyre in front of them. They decided to pay me 80% of the replacement value, which I think is fair. I let them keep the old tyre because I’m good like that.
I have been inconvenienced but I am not too much out of pocket. I have always had bull bars on my truck, front and back. Now I am going to save up to see if I can have them on the sides as well. You can never be too careful.









