The part where no one is hurt, And I don’t think I’m hurt. Then again, I’m the one who walked around on a broken leg for three days before admitting there might be a problem.
But let’s stick with the good news. It appears the guy has insurance. Third, there was a witness. Fourth, looks like I’m going to be on foot for awhile, so I’ll get really slender. Fifth, our tableau on the side of the road presented a cautionary tale so all the cars slowed to a crawl. Sixth, I don't have to drive to Santa Monica tonight afterall. Seventh … well, I think we’ve reached the end of the line here.
The CHP called a tow truck and now my (dirty, straw-filled, dog-blanketed) little Matrix is somewhere in San Gabriel. Don’t ask me why San Gabriel, I just let the officer handle that part.
Some of the bad news:
Since I only have liability, Allstate told me to handle the claim myself. I had to google how to do that. (Ok, maybe google is #7 on the good list)
The claim’s adjuster has 24 to 48 hours to make contact. Who knows how long after that before the wheels of repair are set in motion.
The back end is smashed in, the window shattered, tires flat. And there were only 60,000 miles on the most reliable car I’ve ever owned.
I didn’t have my camera.
“The unbearable lightness of being “ – I hate reminders. All of life hangs on a thread, the thread of whether you leave the house at 9:25 a.m. or 9:30.