Evidently, I'm not a great driver either.
While on my way to work about 3 weeks ago I won the speeding lottery according to the ticket. I have decided that the portly cop that simply walked out into the street to give me a ticket (40 in 30 is really not offensable--- is it?!?) really could have used a run if he wanted me to have that ticket. I mean really- This business of walking out into the street to pull people over- that's just lazy.
I, at the very least, deserve the blue'n'red disco in my rear-view mirror!
Last week- it got even better. . .
I seem to have this ongoing problem with my right front tire- IT DOESN'T HOLD AIR! So I got a courtesy call from a co-worker leaving the office last Thursday, something along the lines of:
c-w: "uh, hey. So, are you still at the office?"
m.i.a.: "yeah. I'm gonna leave soon."
c-w: "oh- that sucks."
m.i.a.: "ah, well-- sorta. I'm gonna leave soon." I'm thinking- thanks, rub it in.
c-w: "well, I drove by your car. You have a flat- that sucks."
m.i.a.: "yes, yes it does. Thanks for letting me know- I appreciate it."
c-w: "yeah, good luck with that."
I thought it was nice of her to let me know.
So then I try to loosen the lugnuts- no luck. So, I make it just around the corner to the gas-station and get air in it.
I make it to I-35 headed towards I-30 to have my tired looked at where I got it ...
It was pretty clean hit- I made sure that the truck in front of me was centered so that the trailer hitch went directly through the cute little VW symbol.
He, driver, was fine- and nice enough to point out, once we were pulled over that, "wow, you're car's fucked!" Sweet of him to say considering his trailor hitch saved his bumper from any damage.
At this point- I want to run into oncoming traffic.
I exchanged information with Captain Obvious and thank him for his courtesy in being so nice. Get my car home, pulling over to let the engine cool because- my radiator, busted by the afore mentioned trailer hitch, was leaking fluid at about the same rate tears were leaking from my face.
Today I picked up my rental car. 'Bob' at the body shop was kind enough to let me know when I picked up my gate remote and tolltag from my towed in car that I had about $4000 worth of damage.
FOUR THOUSAND DAH-LERZ!!!!
Yeah, I'm rollin (slowly! and carefully!) in a Pontiac GrandPrix. Let me just say, 'grand' is an understatement. I'm uncertain if the fact that I can seat 4 up front gives me the impression that it is in fact 'GRAND' or if the white color just makes it feel like a wide turn.
I'm uncertain when I'll have my beloved Jetta back but- I miss her already.