This happened years and years ago and I am fairly confident the statute of limitations has expired.........

Once while in Puerto Rico on a business trip with my wife in tow, I accidently hit a police officer on a motorcycle. I was at an intersection turning left onto what my wife (and trusty navigator) told me was a one-way street. Well it WAS a one-way street up to the point of that intersection. Everything to the left of that intersection was two-way traffic. I didn't know this, so I was only watching the traffic come from the right. When it cleared, I pulled out rather quickly to get into the space between the traffic. Unfortunately at that exact same moment a police officer on a motorcycle was passing directly in front of my car. I didn't see him until it was too late. There was no way to avoid hitting him broadside with the front of my rental car. Fortunately he saw me just before the impact and was able to raise his legs to avoid getting them smashed. His bike sustained a bent pipe, but that's about it. My rental car had the plastic bumper pushed way out of whack and a few pieces fell off. I was terrified at first. Not only did I get in an accident, but I hit a cop, in a foreign jurisdiction. And he was a black cop (Please don't flame me, I am not prejudiced, but I didn't know if he was prejudiced or not and just assumed the worst at first that I would be in for a world of trouble), and he didn't speak english, only spanish. Needless to say, my first instinctive reaction was to jump out of the car without even thinking and run over to him to see if he was injured. I thought for sure I had severely hurt him and wanted to provide whatever first aid I could. He was shaken a bit, but had no injuries other than the wind knocked out of him. I kept apologizing over and over and over profusely. He radioed for backup and in about 30 seconds there was about 10 cop cars surrounding the scene with about 15-20 cops. Fortunately there was one who spoke english. He could tell my nerves were a wreck at this point and I explained what happened. To my utter astonishment, he was totally cool. He said because I was honest and polite and that it was an obvious accident, he would not charge me with anything or give me a ticket. He even said the motor pool would fix the bike at no cost. He did tell me that I would have to pay for the replacement pipe so that the motor pool could make the necessary repairs. He then called a local motorcylcle dealership, who ordered the part for him and told me where to go to pay for it. He said if I brought him back the receipt, he could pick it up and there would be no need to report the incident to anyone. He said that if I didn't bring him the receipt, then he would have to report it, I could end up getting charged for the accident (criminally) etc. He gave me his card and told me to call him when I had the receipt. I immediately drove over to the dealership, paid for the part (it was only about $100, phew) and then went to call him back. His name was officer Rodriguez. I had placed his card in a safe place where I would be sure not to lose it. Unfortunately it was in such a safe place that I couldn't find it. I decided just to call headquarters and ask for him. They told me they have about a zillion officer Rodriguez's and could I be more specific. I couldn't and they said sorry, but they couldn't help me. I started to panic. How in the world was I going to find this guy. I decided to just flag down whatever cop I could find and go on a wild goose chase to find him. Would you believe that the very first cop I came across was him. He took the receipt and then said we're square, everything is cool, thank you very much, have a wonderful stay in Puerto Rico. Now all I had to do was figure out how to get the rental car fixed so my insurance wouldn't go through the moon. It didn't seem to bad, just a bumper out of whack, some paint chipped and some of the plastic pieces to the bumper had fallen off. It was late Saturday night so I figured in the morning I would go out and find a repair shop. Who knew that everything in Puerto Rico (well not everything, but just about) is closed on Sundays. The only thing remotely resembling auto repair that was open was a Pep Boys, but they said they don't do body work and they had no idea who did, sorry. It was mere coincidence, or fortuitous luck but he happened to be wearing a t-shirt that said "Mike's Bumpers". I asked him if the guy on his t-shirt fixes bumpers. His eyes lit up and he said "oh yeah, I forgot about Mike, he fixes bumpers and I think he is open." He made a phone call, and said that his friend would show me how to get there, since it was far away and in the jungle. I followed his friend down some pretty treacherous dirt roads through the jungle until we came to this guy's house who had a winch attached to a tree and a bunch of cars parked there in various states of disrepair. Mike was a charming fellow who took a look at the bumper, called his friend over. They pulled, banged, pushed and jerked it around for a few minutes and Voila ! presto-chango, the bumper fell back into place and looked like new, except for the paint chips missing and the plastic pieces that had fallen off. I asked if he had any idea how I might get the platic pieces back on. He said he had some tools in the shed for welding plastic. In about 10 minutes he had them all back in place like new, except for the missing paint. He said he didn't do paint work. My wife then had a brilliant idea. The car was candy-apple red. She said that there was nail polish that color. A quick trip to the store later and we found a bottle of nail polish that was the exact color. A few delicate strokes of the brush and the car looked good as new. When I returned it, it passed inspection without even raising an eyebrow. How many people can say they hit a cop while out of the country, and got away with it?