Limes with Orange

As I promised in Here's What Happened, a photo of my poor beloved Honda named Newt... post drunken idiot schmucking into it:


And what you can't see... all of the other wheels are pointing straight ahead, which this one obviously isn't (can you say "bent rear axle," boys and girls?). Plus there are scratches all along the side of my car where the other car dragged against it for a while.

I still don't know if I'm getting any compensation from the insurance company even though it happened over a month ago. And I fear that my dear sweet car may be a write off, because the door doesn't seem to be closing properly... not a good sign in a car with unibody construction. But I'm waiting for the estimate until the insurance company rules yay or nay, because Newt is obviously not driveable at the moment and towing it back and forth from the garage is not the way I want to spend my time or money (or more accurately, my limited number of CAA tows).

The lack of a car is wreaking havoc not just with my daily routine but also my health. You can't see it in the photo, but Newt has tinted windows. And no, it's not to look cool, it's to protect me from the sun because exposure to sunlight triggers Lupus flares. Needless to say, taking the bus leaves me a little overexposed. Especially because (a) the buses in Calgary don't run often enough and they don't run on schedule, so there are often very long wait times involved and (b) for some reason, even though Calgary is probably one of the sunniest cities in Canada, they don't believe in providing shade in their bus shelters... the roofs are clear plexiglass! What the frack?

Anyway, I'll be very glad when this all gets sorted out. And fortunately, my Dad has stepped in so I'll be able to cope even if the insurance company shafts me. But I'm still crossing my fingers that it'll all work out all right.

Labels: health, newt, rant