Keeping a pair of land yachts was becoming very expensive, especially after one quit completely. We decided it would be cheaper to pay for a new(er) car. I thought it was the best decision and long overdue. The Hyundai was new to me, but low mileage. And it had no external modifications and features. No longer would my coworkers make fun of my car... it was a great new feeling (in spite of five $200 tires).
I felt like the king of the world. For at least a few months, until some uninsured piece of Philly dung rammed into it while making an illegal U-turn. BAM - a door that wouldn't open, complete with external modifications and features. Then a pair of rear-enders, for good measure. Note that none of this had anything to do with the drivers of our car.
Tonight was the coup de grace. A deer committed suicide-by-car, using our car. It was in a High-Deer Area that we drive through now and then. I thought I saw movement in the distance, which I apparently did. All of the sudden there is a deer ten feet in front of the car. Have you ever had a very large animal appear right in front of your car, as if by magic? If we had the time, it would have been most disconcerting. At about thirty-five miles per hour, we didn't have the time. We hit it and physics took over from there. I felt sorry for the deer.
When we made it to our destination, we looked at the car. We had no idea there was so much damage... we couldn't see it from inside. I immediately stopped feeling sorry for the deer. A friend who works for an insurance company told us he's working overtime due to [wait for it.......] an incredible number of deer-related claims.
They really are after us.
Our insurer was a pleasure to work with when the uninsured idiot hit us. I expect the same level of service this time. Can't remember whether I have rental coverage but it's academic at this point.
THE LARGER PICTURE
I have to keep reminding myself that Life Is Not Fair. We'd probably all be better off if we remembered this. But I can't help noticing that we get more than our share of Life's Little Mishaps. Four accidents in two years, two of which caused significant damage. I'm kinda tired of being an asshole magnet. I even did a little research among friends and relatives; they agree that we get more than most.
Saying that I'm not exactly an optimist is like saying Hitler wasn't exactly fond of minorities. Yet I've had to console myself with faux-optimistic nonsense lately because that's all there is.
A deer took out the front of my car tonight.
Well, you're lucky it didn't come through the window and kill you.
I just got paid for playing an xmas gig with the band and all of it went to pay for a new tire.
Hey, at least it was only one tire.
My band played last night and stunk up the place.
But the audience applauded.
Do you see where I'm going here? I'm tired of having to play an optimist on tv just to get by. When my wife complains that her fibromyalgia pain is through the roof after the accident, am I supposed to tell her that at least we got home? Is that the highest level of comfort I can provide?
There really should be something better than this.