I totalled my car again. In exactly the same way. I pulled out of a parking garage onto dusty L.A. roads in drizzly rain. My trunk was full of stuff for the thrift store. I wanted to get were I was going. I was tired. The traffic was stop and go.
I thought we were going. And then we weren't. I hit the gas, and then the brakes, and instead of stopping the car slide into the car in front of me. Which once again was a large flat backed vehicle that sustained minimal damage while my car was crunched. This time worse than the last time.
I knew this time it was gone. And I'm not going to lie, I lost it. It was a bad day.
I bought my car in the beginning of 1997. I drove it for over 16 1/2 years. It survived flooding at film school in Tallahassee. 2 1/2 years ago I salvaged it after my last accident. What it cost me was always less than a car payment, salvage repairs included, after 2 1/2 years.
When you drive a car like that, talk of "the value of the car" becomes so much annoying BS. What it was worth on the market was a shadow of what it was worth to me, emotionally and financally. Part of me still can't believe it's gone and thinking about it happening in the exact same way as last time just about kills me.
I loved that car. It was a good car.
I spent a silly amount of time today looking through pics trying to find the pic they snapped of me the day I bought my car way back when, but no luck. And I could kick myself for not taking pics when I got it back from the body shop last time. I was in love with my shiny new headlights... which got completely smashed in the new accident. But here's a pic of me in my Corolla when I was commuting to Sony in 2009. I like this pic because when I look at it I can feel what it felt like to sit in my car.
And here's a carefully-framed pic from when I went to see it this past weekend:
And here's my new baby!
It's totally weird to be driving something new, but hopefully it's the beginning of a beautiful new friendship.