Red Barchetta

I have been without my car since Saturday. Some ass face felt it necessary to come into the lane that I was currently occupying, which resulted in one of my wheels being bent. Thanks, ass face. You're a winner. Oh, did I mention that ass face then drove away? And that I had just switched insurance companies so it is taking a really long time for anything to get done? I understand it looks fishy that I was in an accident that no one saw, just days after I switched insurance. But seriously right now?

So, anyway. I have been without my car since Saturday. It is now Tuesday. Wow, it's only Tuesday. I could have sworn it was at least Thursday. Regardless, I have been kind of upset this entire time. Driving in my car was like my moment where I got to be alone. I could scream or sing at the top of my lungs. I could speed. I could go for a drive just for the hell of it. Obviously my car will be all better soon (taking her to the car hospital tomorrow), but just knowing that she's out there and in pain makes me sad.

Yes, I know she doesn't have feelings (and that she is not really a she since she is inanimate), but this car has gotten me through some pretty tough times and we have only been together for 11 months. The beautiful leather seats comforted me as I sobbed hysterically. The speakers pumped music so loud, it made it impossible to think. The engine purred, letting me know that we could go fast if we needed to get away. The car is like the one thing that has been constant this entire time. Sure, I left my cat, my husband, and my apartment. But I had Pearl II. And sometimes knowing that I got to drive her was what got me through the day.

I keep telling myself that it could be worse. Last year (December 19th) it was worse. Last year, Pearl I (my beautiful Honda Accord, that, although it did not go as fast as my current car, did not have a car payment) was killed in an accident on the I-5. That sucked too. That sucked way more than this.

I guess, really, the only thing there's left to say is that I won't be driving next December. I'll go out of town, out of the country, whatever. But I won't be driving, because rest assured someone will hit my car.