Memories
Way back around Christmas 97/New Years 98, I bought my Mom's '91 Honda Accord and towed it home from Tennessee.
There's some disgruntled story about that trip. I remember being so pissed (at my Dad I think), that I tried leaving in a snow storm. It took me forever to get no where, so I turned around and tried a few days later.
But that's not the point.
This car was a new opportunity for me. I had been driving a fullsize pickup for years. This car was going to be more professional. I was going to show more initiative and go out and meet people. I had also recently broken off my engagement to my high school sweet heart of 6 years, so I needed to get out and meet people.
It worked. I met a lot of people and spent a lot of time traveling back and forth between my apartment in the sticks and the big city Philly.
Unfortunately a little over two years after getting the car, it was stolen on one of those trips to the city. The cops were useless. The insurance company was great. Within a few days, they had taken ownership of the car and paid me more for it then I had paid my mother. A few days later the cops found it - or what was left of it. They actually offered a police escort for me to go see it. No thanks.
At the time that was a really painful situation. I'd never felt so violated in my adult life.
Now it's a little different. I don't feel as violated, but this crap with my Subaru is just as painful. It's been back in the shop for over two weeks. This is the third time it's been back. I've been told the original manager and the guy that worked on my car the first time are "no longer with us". That's great, but where's my car?
And where's my money? I paid a $500 deductible. Somewhere along the way my insurance company said they were pursuing the other company for damages, but I haven't heard anything in a while. I'm out a car and money. What the hell?
Back in 99 I made myself feel better with this.
With this nice weather and memories of how much fun that beast was, it's hard not to do it again.
- b
There's some disgruntled story about that trip. I remember being so pissed (at my Dad I think), that I tried leaving in a snow storm. It took me forever to get no where, so I turned around and tried a few days later.But that's not the point.
This car was a new opportunity for me. I had been driving a fullsize pickup for years. This car was going to be more professional. I was going to show more initiative and go out and meet people. I had also recently broken off my engagement to my high school sweet heart of 6 years, so I needed to get out and meet people.
It worked. I met a lot of people and spent a lot of time traveling back and forth between my apartment in the sticks and the big city Philly.
Unfortunately a little over two years after getting the car, it was stolen on one of those trips to the city. The cops were useless. The insurance company was great. Within a few days, they had taken ownership of the car and paid me more for it then I had paid my mother. A few days later the cops found it - or what was left of it. They actually offered a police escort for me to go see it. No thanks.
At the time that was a really painful situation. I'd never felt so violated in my adult life.
Now it's a little different. I don't feel as violated, but this crap with my Subaru is just as painful. It's been back in the shop for over two weeks. This is the third time it's been back. I've been told the original manager and the guy that worked on my car the first time are "no longer with us". That's great, but where's my car?
And where's my money? I paid a $500 deductible. Somewhere along the way my insurance company said they were pursuing the other company for damages, but I haven't heard anything in a while. I'm out a car and money. What the hell?
Back in 99 I made myself feel better with this.
With this nice weather and memories of how much fun that beast was, it's hard not to do it again.- b
posted by JenBob at
9:44 PM
2 Comments:
Pedal man pedal. Actually the bike does look like a lot of fun. You still got to get away from the pesty suburban drivers.
Oh I got away from the drivers. With a flick of the throttle and slip of the credit card, I got as far from pesty suburban drivers as you can imagine.
Stay tuned for more on that later.
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