My baby's back
Ahhh, that new car smell. Actually, not the new car smell, but rather the one most of us never get because it's faded by the time we get even a brand-new car. It's that newly painted car smell. Yes, my baby's back. I picked up my repaired Passat from the body shop (where Trish's brother-in-law works) last night. Took about 10 days, during which I drove a red Chevy Malibu. A serviceable vehicle for a rental, although it burned through more gas than I expected.
Now I get to find out how hard my insurance will try to collect from the uninsured driver who hit me. I'd like to get my $250 deductible back, after all. I mean, if it were my fault, okay, that's the price I pay (actually, it'd be double that). But I should pay half my deductible because she was too lazy to insure her SUV as required by law? Sorry, I'm not gonna feel much sympathy for someone who lives in what appears to be a 4000-square-foot house one street away from a country club, decides not to renew her insurance, knows she's not currently insured, and yet doesn't pay attention when approaching a stoplight. Although I will give her credit for giving me her real name, address, and phone number. Since I didn't think to insist on seeing her driver's license, she coulda made it up completely. (Well, except that I did think to jot down her license plate number, so she woulda been found eventually).
But regardless, I'm glad to be back in MY car. The body shop (that's Able Fix-a-Wreck, by the way) gave it back to me all squeaky clean; not only did they wash it, they also vacuumed the interior and dusted the dash! The repair work looks good. Haven't had any sunshine to get a real good look yet, but under the overcast skies, the paint seems to be a spot-on match. They also set up the rental for me and let me drop it off with them. They even reminded me to fill it up before I left it; I'd forgotten to. So that was nice.
Most of all, while having to get it repaired was an inconvenience, at least it didn't take 2 months...
Now I get to find out how hard my insurance will try to collect from the uninsured driver who hit me. I'd like to get my $250 deductible back, after all. I mean, if it were my fault, okay, that's the price I pay (actually, it'd be double that). But I should pay half my deductible because she was too lazy to insure her SUV as required by law? Sorry, I'm not gonna feel much sympathy for someone who lives in what appears to be a 4000-square-foot house one street away from a country club, decides not to renew her insurance, knows she's not currently insured, and yet doesn't pay attention when approaching a stoplight. Although I will give her credit for giving me her real name, address, and phone number. Since I didn't think to insist on seeing her driver's license, she coulda made it up completely. (Well, except that I did think to jot down her license plate number, so she woulda been found eventually).
But regardless, I'm glad to be back in MY car. The body shop (that's Able Fix-a-Wreck, by the way) gave it back to me all squeaky clean; not only did they wash it, they also vacuumed the interior and dusted the dash! The repair work looks good. Haven't had any sunshine to get a real good look yet, but under the overcast skies, the paint seems to be a spot-on match. They also set up the rental for me and let me drop it off with them. They even reminded me to fill it up before I left it; I'd forgotten to. So that was nice.
Most of all, while having to get it repaired was an inconvenience, at least it didn't take 2 months...
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