Double Wammy

So there I was... not even two weeks into my new job, borrowing the work truck to do a dump run, not expecting a series of unfortunate events to follow.  A little background on the work truck... it's a fricken tank.  It's an old diesel chevy pick up with over 300,000 miles.  I recently moved onto a farm that has been pretty neglected henceforth making me very familiar with the local dump.  So I dumped the trash, surfed, and went to load my board back into the now empty truck but it didn't fit length wise. I didn't want it to bounce around in the bed so I thought since the truck was so wide it would be ok to strap it perpendicular. Yes, like airplane wings.  What I forgot was I now live on the other side of a lil bridge we like to call rainbow bridge.  So there I was cruising through when... baaaaaammm.  Judging by the sound I thought for sure I lost half my board.  Luckily it just got a nice shave.  Oh, it's not over yet.  Not even two minutes pass and I'm now cued behind this guy who is trying to figure out how to open the gate to my property.  I'm about to open my window to give him the code when I suddenly I see him getting back into his car.  I then see his reverse lights go on and before I could get to the horn.... baaaaaaammm.  The guy backs right into me and my tank of a truck.  The truck totally fine,  his bumper... not so fine.