Thankfully I am still alive to be posting here but it was one terrifying experience. No one at the accident scene quite understood it but I was in tears because my poor little truck is most probably totaled and it was the last thing my dad ever gave me. Its all I have left from him, it has all the stickers on the back window from his time in WWII. I am devastated. Its was also my only form of transportation and we dont have public. What happened was really stupid. The two of us....this big white transfer truck and I were traveling down 5th street which is a 4 lane road in town but its speed limit is only 35 mph. I had been in the right hand lane the entire time since I got onto 5th street. He had been in the left hand lane the whole time. He was going about the same speed as me...roughly the speed limit. Maybe we were going a tad bit slower to be honest....33 to 35. My odometer doesnt read exactly correctly so I always tend to err on the side of caution. You know, if it reads 35, I am probably going about 33. As I got about 5 feet from the back of his truck I noticed his brake lights come on. I figured he was slowing down to cross the train tracks that were about 100 feet in front of us. Makes sense right? Oh no, At that exact moment he started turning right from the left lane with no blinker on and I jammed on my brakes. I couldnt avoid him and the cab of his truck ate the front of my car. His front wheels pushed my little truck about 10 feet sideways. I thought he was going to just roll right over my car! The whole drivers side of my little truck was almost welded to his side. It is toast. The road he was trying to turn onto was a tiny residential road. No way he could have maneuvered around down in there. He was from out of town. He drives for a major national trucking company. We think he was lost. I did go to the ER but the didnt do any xrays and just dxd me with whiplash in my neck and back. I have bruises all over. Some of the major problems are now I have no way to get around. I am supposed to be at my psychiatrist's office at noon today but I cant get there. Supposedly they wont fax scrips or mail them but they are going to have to make an exception for emergencies. I am a few days from being out of my psychiatric medications and I cannot go off of them cold turkey because that can cause seizures. No way this was anything other than the other drivers fault. He was telling everyone how he didnt see me. I had been in my lane for the last two and a half miles. If he had put on his blinker I would have stopped for him but he didnt. He admitted he never put his blinker on to everyone at the accident scene. Billy says his insurance company should provide me with a rental vehicle. I hope so because I need to be able to get to doctor's and such. This just sucks. I havent been involved in an accident in over 25 years. In my whole life I have only been in 4. None my fault. everyone, please where your seat belts. Honestly if I hadnt been wearing it and if i hadnt been in that older truck actually made of steel I would have been hurt much worse. Im still in shock and still so upset over my dad's truck. We were planning on keeping that thing until it died and then we were going to keep it in my yard. I always said i was going to get it bronzed like you do baby shoes. I miss my dad.