Last one was September 2000. I was waiting at the entrance/exit of my company, trying to get out onto the main road, when another car came flying down the road. The driver actually swerved slightly into the entry, nicking my front bumper on the corner, then scraping along the front because she was going too fast to stop. She tried to say I hit her...I was at a complete stop and I was behind the curbing bordering the main road; no way I could have hit her.
My first accident was in January 1996. I came to a four-way stop-sign intersection. I stopped. A woman in a green minivan was approaching the sign to my left, but had not stopped. I proceeded through; she sped up, went through on her side, and hit me on the rear driver's side panel. She screamed at me until the police arrived, then screamed at them that there's no way she didn't stop, since she was only going 2 miles per hour (to which the officer said, "If you were going 2 miles an hour, you weren't stopped"). Then she said I hit her. Let's see, my rear bumper is torn, there's a huge dent and green paint on the REAR panel of my car, white paint on the FRONT of your car...what, did I throw the car into reverse while you were "stopped?" Luckily, I had a witness who stayed and gave the police a statement to back me up.
Second one was in March of 1996...2 weeks after I finally was able to have the car fixed from the January accident (the other driver's insurance kept making excuses; when I caught them in an outright lie, they paid up). I was the third car in line at a traffic light. It turned green, so we went through. As I entered the intersection, this young kid who'd just had his license for 2 months plowed into me from the left. You guessed it...rear driver's side panel and rear bumper, the ones I'd just had fixed. He told the police that he needed to get home, he couldn't stop for his red light, and sped up to try to make it through. I just happened to "get in the way." I shouldn't have given him my information...his stepfather called my mother and screamed at her, how dare I call the police (which I didn't...the officer just showed up; either someone else witnessed it and called, or the officer came by while on patrol), demanded to see the damage and said that it was probably already there...then he showed up later that night at the house and tried to break into our garage!