okay, i was really hoping i’d have an excuse to go to the body shop and snap a picture or two before posting this, but i haven’t and i realized i might want to remember this later, so now is the time to write it down.

saturday night i may have killed my car.

or rather, the guy who made an illegal left turn from the southbound lane on highland crossing wilshire, where there is a slight curve making it so that someone going full speed in the northbound inner lane through a very much green light, such as myself, might not be able to see them until, say, the moment they yell “holy shit” and only get a chance to slow down halfway before plowing into the aforementioned guy and sending him spinning 180 degrees around the axis of his front end, as well as sliding across the pavement to tap a car waiting at the red light on wilshire — or at least, that’s what i think i saw through the smoky haze following the rapid deployment of both airbags. so technically he killed my car.

so now my poor matrix, whom i have loved dearly and taken on at least a dozen fondly remembered road trips, is sitting in a body shop in hollywood awaiting its verdict; ‘too much damage to be worth repairing’, or instead the alternate ‘lots of damage, and this might take a while…’

should be fine, since the other driver (a) was making an illegal left (those big red circles through the arrows do mean something, (b) was clearly witnessed by the other guy who got tapped as in the wrong, and oh yeah, (c) didn’t have a license and got his car impounded. but luckily the car’s owner, his relative, has insurance from what i gathered. whew. let’s hope i get the funds to either repair or replace, otherwise i’m gonna lose the otherwise calm demeanor allowed to me by the fact that neither myself or my girlfriend in the passenger seat were injured in any way.

and i promise to share a picture of my smashed up ride if i do end up having cause to go visit it (e.g. some sort of automotive last rites need to be performed or i need to sign something before they start operating).