So I was at toowong, getting coffee with Mutha and Teen, and everything was all fine and dandy..... until we were leaving the carpark.
Toowong shopping centre has this ridiculous ramp that leads from the roof carpark, down through the majority of the levels and brings you back out to street level.
Well we were cruising down said ramp, going fairly slowly, just cause the majority of people using the ramp are dickheads who speed up there and don't expect to meet anyone coming down, and what should happen but some wanker who wasn't watching where he was going! He was too busy staring at some other car which just turned into a parking space.
Now I don't know if anybody realises what happens when you take your eyes off the road, especially when you're on a tight curve, but yes, this asswipe ended up heading straight for me. He looks up and realises where he is, and the look in his eyes was a pure look of "oh holy crap i'm gonna hit someone!!".
Seeing that he was on my side of the ramp, what do I do but obey my instincts and jerk the wheel to the left. And thanks to said fuckwit, my car ends up connecting with the concrete pillar that is right next to the car. And of course, physics being physics and all, my car gets the absolute shit scraped outta the door and wheel arch. As in, the wheel arch is flat. As in, it looks like I never had a wheel arch to begin with.
Like I said. I'm pretty pissed at his. I kinda wished that he did run into me, cause then I'd do the stereotypical female thing and turn on the waterworks and start swearing at him and make him really uncomfortable nad embarrassed. I'm quite good at that.
We got Teen to wind down the window and stick her head out to check for damages, but she couldn't see anything. This may have to do with the fact that there is a metal strip that pokes out along the door, and I just assumed that it would've provided at least a small amount of protection. Never assume. It makes an ASS out of U and ME.
So I got to work and parked the car, checked out the damages and got quite a huge shock. Got to my office and had a blub. I know, I know, it's a car, who cares? But it's MY car. I've put a fair bit of money into it and I try to do as much as I can to my car, on my own, but of course I'm no mechanic. But the point is, it's my baby. Sure it's old and slow, but it's got personality. Even when I get a new car, I don't want to get rid of the Volvo. Cause it's my baby!! At least I know that when Teen learns to drive, it should survive.
I'll take pictures of my poor car and post them tomorrow... if I remember.... or if I have my cable.....
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Just think. You even waited till we weren't moving to get Teen to put her head out the window. Remarkable.
oh dear....:-(
You know, that volvo is just like your mum. Old, slow and reliable.
But as you said, it's only a car. Insured? If not, maybe it's a good idea to up the cover to comprehensive. Doesn't cost that much extra, especially if you pay by the month...
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