Talk about bad timing. Thursday morning on my way to work before Ike was to arrive late Friday night, I wrecked my truck -- 'scuse me, JOHN'S truck. Actually, the damage wasn't that extensive, but "Big Red" was rendered undrivable because the front bumper was bent down toward, and rubbing against the right front tire. Good thing we weren't planning to evacuate or even board up the windows.
No injuries sustained on my part, other than ego contusions. This was my first at-fault collision, ever. Come to think of it, this was the first wreck I've experienced where I was actually driving the vehicle. John is usually the culprit -- was behind the wheel each time when both of my TransAms were wrecked -- not that he was at-fault for either incident, although the second one is arguable. And, about 12 years ago, I had a brand new car - only made two payments on it - get hit and end up with a Camry sitting on its hood while parked outside a Fuddruckers on Chimney Rock.
Actually, I probably feel alot worse about it than I should. I was just trying to get out of an exit only lane that wasn't my exit, and some a$$hole wouldn't slow down at all to let me. So rather than being hit on my left side by someone going 50-60mph because I was only going about 15-20mph, I chose to turn back into the line getting off the freeway, which unfortunately had stopped again, and as result, hit the guy in front of me. Remind me not to use my turn signal next time.
Well anyway, John said to have Big Red towed to Baytown Ford where it came from to have it fixed. That was a fun chore. The dumbass wrecker service contracted by our insurance company absolutely refused to go to Baytown that morning, even though the storm was not expected for another 36 hours, because part of the town - not the part where the truck was to be delivered -- was under mandatory evacuation.
Meanwhile, John is on the phone with the neighbor out at the river house, who is a finance manager at Baytown Ford. When he hangs up, he says not to worry about the truck, he's going to get a new one. WTF?
Big Red didn't fare so well outside in the bodyshop's lot in Baytown during Ike. I cried when I saw what had happened in addition to what I had caused: both drivers side windows blown out, formerly flawless red paint all scratched and chipped from flying debris, and water damage to the interior. Even though I was against getting a Ford when he bought it, I loved that truck from the moment I first drove it, about a month later. I feel like I beat up a trusted friend, then threw her outside to get run over by a hurricane.
Long story shortened, yesterday, we said goodbye to Big Red and drove the new truck home. The new truck is a King Ranch, the next better options package on an F150 for those who aren't familiar, and is black and gold. I'm gonna miss Big Red, but with a power moonroof, heated glove-leather seats, backup camera, and premium audio system... I think "Bossy" (pronounced BossAY, and so named because it smells like a cow in there with all the leather) just might grow on me.
So let me see, I wreck my -- I mean his -- truck, and he gets (me) a brand new one with more bells and whistles. Hmmm, this could become a very interesting game if my scruples weren't totally in tact.
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So... does this incident have to go on your insurance still? Or does it all go down as Ike's doing??
Unfortunately, there are two insurance claims which means two deductibles: one for me, one for Ike. I offered to cover mine, but it was rolled into the trade-in value for Big Red. So far, Ike hasn't offered to cover the deductible on his claim.
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