Last night, someone hit my car as it was PARKED in front of my house. I am assuming this person was intoxicated since they were driving down the SIDEWALK when they scraped and dented the driver’s side of car, then hit a neighbor’s car several houses down and kept on going. And I’m still trying to figure out exactly HOW DRUNK someone would have to be to drive on the sidewalk and hit not one, but two, parked cars?!??!
I’m sad to say it, but I think this may spell the end of my long driving relationship with Natasha. (Yes, I named my car. I was 23 at the time, cut me some slack.)
I bought Natasha in 2001 — my first major purchase. I nearly totaled her in 2005, just two months from having her paid off and two months before my wedding. But the mechanics put her back together and I continued driving her. She was almost good as new — well except for the whine my air conditioner made whenever the car accelerated. But still, the A/C worked and the car ran. It was a beautiful 12 year relationship.
Last night, as Margarita Mama and I were leaving an MS charity event, we both marveled at the fact that I was still driving the same car from my single days. I made the comment that I was putting off getting a new car for as long as possible because I really didn’t want a car payment. Now I’m not sure I’ll have a choice.
I’m still waiting on the appraiser to give me an estimate of what it would take to fix my sweet Natasha. But given her age and paltry bluebook value, I’m thinking we’ll be saying goodbye.