Alas, Poor Ford…

I got to the claims office and met my friendly claims representative, Ken.

As we were stepping out to look at my car, he took one quick look through the glass door and asked, “is yours the blue one?”

When I told him yes, he responded with, “yeah, that’s definitely a total loss.”

Looks like just to repair the body work would be over $4,000. That’s not including paint or the busted light or anything. All told, it would be somewhere around six or seven thousand to fix the car. Sadly, the replacement value is right around $3,000.

Ken was astonished by the condition of the car. He said he’d never seen a 10-year-old car in such good shape (few if any body dings, interior in fantastic condition). He also boggled at the mileage (just over 51,000). So hopefully we’ll get full value for the car, which still won’t be enough considering the great shape of the car.

So, total loss paperwork has been submitted. Sometime early next week an offer will be made. Meanwhile, it was such a dream to drive my car again. Scott’s is an automatic, which I don’t enjoy. And it’s a lot lower to the ground, plus the driver-side window doesn’t roll down … and it’s only 3 cylinders. The sweet hum of my manual 4-cyl was so nice, it made me tear up. Hell, just writing about it now, my eyes are a little misty. I’m such a sap.

I’ll have to drop a line to my cop buddy K to check the legality of driving it, especially at night. The right side tail light and brake light work fine, as does the center brake light up in the rear window. So I’m guessing it should be OK, especially since we’re actively working through the insurance system. The car is totally and utterly driveable otherwise; it just has a big smashed-up ass.

I should stop driving blue cars.

So I’m walking out to my car this morning. It’s parked on the street, and I’m approaching it from the front.

My first thought is, wow, did I really park it that far from the curb? I’m a terrible parallel parker!

Then I get up to the driver’s side and see a police department business card stuck in my door. I think to myself, Awww, crap, did I get a ticket for parking too far from the curb? But there’s no sign of a ticket under either windshield wiper. And the business card is the same kind that I’ve seen before, with an accident case number on it.

Then I look toward the back of my car.

The rear of my car is completely smashed up. I’m afraid to open the trunk, because I don’t think it would close again. And then, I think about where I’d parked, and realize that the car is probably a good 12 feet further forward than where I’d left it. It must have taken a powerful hit to move it that far.

We can’t get a copy of the police report (was it a hit and run? Or do they have information on the other driver?) until Monday. So I don’t even know if I can go after the other guy’s insurance until I find out the situation the police have on record. Even worse, Allstate says we can’t even get an appointment to have the damage looked at by a claims inspector until next Friday. But they’re generously offering us a rental car rate of only $19.99 per day.

In the last 7 years, this is now Scott’s and my fourth severely damaging car accident. All three other cars have been totaled. And not a single one of these four have been our fault. Needless to say, I am Very Pissed Off.

edit: I’ve cooled off somewhat. Scott and I have concluded that it can’t be a hit-and-run, simply because the police made a report. They wouldn’t have just come across my hit car and filled anything out, so they must have been there to deal with the other driver. I just can’t wait until Monday, when I can get hold of the police report, just to see what the hell happened.

"Reality" TV

Spike TV. Television made for men, but awesome enough for a woman.

We watched an episode of Joe Schmo tonight. What a great reality show … I wonder why nobody ever did it before. It’s a staged reality show: every contestant is an actor, except for one. There’s one guy who thinks he’s actually in a game, on a show, for real. Scott and I are hooked.

Had a meeting/rehearsal thingy for The Lost Folio this evening. I feel like I’ve been in some sort of Shakespeare immersion for the last week … fortunately, tomorrow I can soak my brain in some wholesome crappy modern-day fiction. Though I look forward to doing Folio again, as it’s a hell of a lot of fun to improvise a full Shakespearean play.

Oh, and I’m irked. Last week, the Loveline schedule said that tonight’s guest would be the marvelous Bruce Campbell. But now that tonight has rolled around, the guest is Bill Bellamy. What happened to my Bruce? Curse you, Loveline fates!