I got hit by a bus!

Driving down the winding, steep roads of US322 in Central PA is a little scary.  The traffic is fast, the drivers are erratic, and there is an exceptionally high number of buses, trucks, etc.  So, when I'm driving either to State College to visit my momma or back home after a visit, I try to be extra careful...particularly when I'm passing people.  Today was no different.  I was driving along and went to pass a bus.  Apparently, the bus driver was under the impression that he didn't have to stay in his lane.  He kept meandering into mine.  Because the drop-off is so steep, the usual metal guardrails are not enough.  On this stretch of road, there are concrete dividers.  So, I'm stuck between a bus and a hard place.  At first, he was correcting his swerving in time to miss me, but the next thing I know...I realized he was going to hit me.  So, I slammed on my brakes, but it was too late.  The back of his bus clipped the front passenger side of my car.  I figured once we got down off the mountain, he would pull over.  He didn't.  So, I pulled up alongside him and laid on the horn.  Then got in front of him and pulled over.  He kept going.  I got back on the road behind him and flashed my lights.  He finally pulled over, got off the bus, and said, "I didn't hit you."  I was more than a little stunned.  The right headlight dangling by nothing but the wire connections, the massive dent in the front side panel of my car, and the scraped paint were pretty good indication that he hit me.  He still denied it.  Then tried to tell me we didn't need to call the police.  Then was visibly annoyed when I ignored him and called them anyway.  He almost left twice, because he didn't have time to wait around for the police to show up.  I secretly hoped he would leave, because at least then he'd get in trouble for leaving the scene of an accident.  Just about the time he decided that he'd waited long enough, the flashing light of the squad car appeared.  Because there were no witnesses to the event, the insurance companies will duke it out over who pays.  The police officer assured me that I had nothing to worry about...blah...blah...blah.  When I called my insurance company to report the accident, I made sure I told the operator that he denied he did it and that I was going to be really annoyed if he didn't have to pay for the damage.  I'm so thankful that no one was injured.  If I hadn't slammed on my breaks, it would have been much worse.  So, thanks Dad for beating into me the skills of defensive driving.  Today, they might have saved my life.