Friday, May 20, 2011


In the couple of seconds before I collide, I think no more than, I wonder what will happen. I am not anxious and it would be ridiculous to be afraid. Then I think, my car's fucked and then I hit him and my car is fucked.

I don't suppose there is ever a good time to collide with a Nissan Micra that wasn't looking or didn't see you, but at this point, with no job, no money and no income now that I feel unable to beat poker, it feels a bit like a cosmic joke. My best hope is that God is humbling me before doing me a favour.

A few minutes later I am standing in the rain on the phone. I am mostly in one piece, but Lady Jane is not. I want to imagine the workshop straightening her out, restoring her to life, but I know that the callous insurance assessor will write her off on a glance, and I will be given what a car of that age is worth, which is close to nothing. Old cars are always going to be worth more to their owners than they are as goods.

Not to mention that you grow to love your car. You learn how it's best driven, how it corners, how it likes to be accelerated, when it is unhappy or in discomfort. Your driving moulds to the car, so that any other car will at first feel awkward or even unpleasant to drive. A bit like changing girlfriends. Except I don't generally pay several thousand dollars for a girlfriend. Not up front anyway.


At 9:38 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hahaha whatever

At 2:51 am, Anonymous Looney said...

Ouch, brother - We just got into a nasty one too. Must be in the air :( Hope a very nice car finds you soon...

At 2:41 pm, Anonymous Paula said...

Ugh. My sympathies to both of you and hopefully no one was physically hurt.

At 11:57 am, Anonymous Bob said...

Circa 1980 I had a couple of crashes. I wrote off a Valiant (not my fault) then my parents Falcon 500. The Falcon crash: guy came up behind me on a hill, speeding. Ahead someone had stopped dead in the two lane Webster Road highway. The two cars in front collided and the guy came over the hill and, because I had hit the breaks hard I'd swung sideways. He slammed into the passenger side right beside me. When I got out I saw the engine of his car had disappeared due to the heavy impact.
The car that had wrecked four others --the one that had stopped, drove serenely away up the side street they were headed for.
Awful stuff, and leaves you shaken up for months. Or it did so to me


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