Last week my beautiful Toyota Corolla, just three years old, with barely a scratch
was hit by a vicious tree! I was hopeful the insurance inspector would say it could be repaired, although my family pointed out, if seriously damaged, it is not a good idea to drive a structurally impaired car.
|Before. Happier Times.|
|It was so dark you can't really tell how awful it was, or see the broken glass everywhere|
The insurance has concluded the car cannot be fixed and, as Toyota has discontinued this very attractive shade of green, my next car may not be quite as appealing. Note: I did not drive around with the bow on it but I thought it was very nice of the dealer, upon delivery, to remember the joke I had made about cars in commercials always being adorned with fancy ribbons.
Obviously, a smashed car is an expense rather than a tragedy, and I am grateful I was not in the car when the tree fell. It just annoys me that the car was parked on a leafy suburban street (hence, I guess, the tree) because I'd come from a doctor's appointment when it normally would have been safe in my driveway.