When I was laid off and down and out my Ford Ranger died, and my son gave me his old Honda Accord coupe. It was his first car and he spent endless time working on it. Even though it's a '94 it runs like a top and I think of him every time I'm in it. I really love that car.
This weekend while I was away at my daughter's for Fathers day, some drunk tourist douche came around the corner and smashed into it...right in front of my house. My insurance is minimal, and I can't afford another car. I'm hoping they can fix it, but I have to wait 'till I get the drunk's info off the police report (5-7 business days) to even try to get a rental for riding to work, or to get his insurance to take care of it. Meanwhile I'm scrambling around trying to get to work each day.
The car isn't worth much on the books, but it's important to me and this jackass just was too drunk to walk...so he drove. At least they caught him. Now I have to figure out how bad it is and if it can be saved. Got a good mechanic I trust, so we'll see. There's always one more small boot in the ass waiting around the corner.