This evening while going home and thinking of my own business, I heard a big crash and next my side mirror was bumping against the door... incredibly enough, the oncoming driver who hit me had stopped at the end of the road and was waiting for me to reach him. He was a quite nice guy and admitted that he got distracted, because he just received a phone call that his brother's house was burning... he said that he was willing to pay for my damages out of the insurance, and phoned me his mobile number. It's the first time ever that I do not pick the name or the plate number, but he looked sincere, so we'll see... tomorrow morning I must search for a spare mirror, and sure I'll need to take it to my trusty body shop to get it painted... damn. But he could have hit me head-on, so it's not so bad.