We’ve been a two car household for a long while. Both of us need our own cars for work and other things, and last week Mrs Adamr sold her car with a view to getting something a bit more comfortable, which meant we had to rely on mine until we got a replacement. On the weekend we chose one, but someone up there thought they’d have a bit of a laugh at my expense first.
After we chose the car (a Focus if you care) we went back home to get the deposit, but on the way back down to the car sales place (which is only a mile away), someone driving a taxi decided to pull out of a junction straight into the front of my car. I wasn’t driving, I wasn’t even in the car, and getting a phone call from your other half telling you they’ve had a crash isn’t a pleasant thing. Luckily she’s ok other than a few bruises, but it also meant that my car’s been written off. From two cars to no cars in three days.
After a very long weekend of phone calls to insurance companies, car hire places and the like, I had my replacement car delivered yesterday at work, a lovely shiny brand new Astra. It’s being paid for on the other guy’s insurance as he admitted liability at the scene with the police present, so I’ve got that until the insurance company take my car away, do the engineers report, and then send me a cheque to the amount that my car was worth. Quite what I’m going to find to spend the fifty quid on I have no idea ;). Before it’s taken away I had to go to the recovery yard and get my personal belongings out, so I headed down and did that after work last night. There was surprisingly little I wanted to keep, but I did find some trainers, shorts and a training uniform I forgot I had, as well as a drum kit for Rock Band and a wire cooling rack.
Once I’d loaded up the boot of my posh new car I took a minute to have a last look at my poor Polo and it was quite sad. I racked up over 30,000 miles in that car; it took me to Bristol, London, Cardiff and all sorts of places, and never gave me a minute’s trouble. Leaving it alone in the yard with only my old (scratched) CDs for company was surprisingly difficult – it’s only a car after all. Still, at least it doesn’t have to drag my sorry ass to work in the freezing cold any more.
I can’t wait to see how much they’re going to give me in settlement, but I’m not going to get overly excited, I think I’m going to be driving a much older car than the one I’m in at the moment. If I get anything as good as the last one, I’m going to be very happy.
RIP Polo - You earned your rest.
It looks like a wario mustache. I think you should keep it