Got in a car wreck. I use the passive (is that the passive voice) because I was the one wrecked. I did no wrecking . . .
At least the kids weren't in the car and it looks like it's just the back passenger corner and trunk that will need work. It drove away.
But dang. I cannot express the love I have for that car. I always had two kinds of cars: crap cars, or necessity cars. Usually some combination of the two: the crapnessity car.
A crap car is just that: it's crappy. Like the $500 '78 ford thunderbird with the huge doors and trunk that was shared by three guys, and was started with a key AND a screwdriver and whose lights had the unfortunate habit of simply going off whilst you were driving it: I kid thee not: Grown men screaming because on some back road in Massachussets, the headlights and everything just went out. At 50 mph. Good times good times.
A necessity car is just that: you need a car because you need a car and if you're not picky that's fine, but it's also meant what I got was a ford escort. Now that escort has been a hell of a car. It's run and run and run. It has 160,000 miles on it. But, you know, there's just no chemistry. Our relationship is purely platonic.
Now a crapnessity car is just that: it's crappy and you need it. It's like a logic puzzle. Almost all crap cars are crapnessity cars, but not all necessity cars are crap cars . . .
Anyway, fast forward to my Acura. I finally had a decent job and could afford something reliable and nice where I got to pick all the stuff on it. I had a nav system, it drives swell, has ne'er given me a lick of trouble. I'm talkin love . . . .
At least the guy who hit me seems like a stand up guy. Gotta appreciate that.