The car looks almost exactly like the photo I posted in a previous entry, except with different hubcaps. It has a 6-CD stereo, manual transmission, a display that tells me what direction I'm going in, what the temperature is outside, and how many miles I have left before I run out of gas. The seats fold all the way down so that I can carry buttloads of stuff. The engine is tiny! yet has a decent amount of torque to keep me calm. The footroom and headroom is beautious, and I have power mirrors ready to reveal where I've been at a second's notice.
The husband has been going ape looking for PT Cruiser accessories. He wants to put runningboards on the damn thing.
In other news, I got a voicemail from the chick-who-hit-me's insurance company. They say that there's a "question about coverage", hinting that they won't cover the damage done to my dearly departed car. I do believe I have uninsured motorist insurance, but I'm going to have to double-check tomorrow. Ugh.
3 comments:
Hooray for you!
Thanks, elliot!
My friend Becca has named my car for me. It's now known as "Car Jr.".
This is very funny!
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