Okay, so as I'm writing this (on Wednesday), Keith called me to tell me that the insurance company just called him to tell him there was more damage to the car than previously suspected, so they are declaring it totaled. Shit. No idea what we are gonna do now.
The worst thing about this is not that it's the second time it happened to us (within the space of a few months, yet), but that it's the third (or fourth depending on how you count)! Yes, you read that right. We've actually lost a total of five vehicles (if you count the rental) to the shooting gallery that is our street.
We're not alone in this, other neighbors have lost vehicles or had them damaged. Nearly everyone has a story. We know because we've heard them. In the middle of the night. While we're standing around looking at the wreckage of yet another of our vehicles. Us? We're kind of legends in the neighborhood. Not just for it happening twice in the span of two months, but for the time it happened twice in the same weekend!
I know we have some photos somewhere, but that was several PC's and cameras ago. We printed some hard copies, and I've rummage around for them, but can't seem to find them. If I ever do, I'll add them to this post. Until then, you'll just have to take me at my word.
It was less than a year after we bought the house, so it happened in the days before this blog. It was over a decade ago, in fact. It was the dead of night. It always is when this shit happens, it seems. We were fast asleep, but were awakened by a pounding on the door. We opened it to see a crowd of folks standing there. The woman in front said: "Baby, your car just got hit." My first thought was: "Oh shit. I'm standing here in my underwear."
It happened on a warm summer night, so there were several people out and about who witnessed the accident, despite it being about three in the morning. The car was wrapped around the tree, kind of like my truck was in November. That poor tree has had more than its share of automobiles draped around it.
The witnesses said that the guy hit the car so hard he did a 180 and sped off on the wrong way down our one way street. He did stop his car a few blocks later and call and report to the cops that he had hit our car. He claimed that he was being chased and had to speed away. No other cars were seen that night. Because of his story, we had a bit of a wrangle with his insurance company to get everything covered, but they did, including a rental. This was on Friday. The accident happened in the wee hours of Friday morning and we got the rental that evening.
We spent the day Saturday running errands and shopping, then came home and did our usual stuff and went to bed. In the early hours of the morning, I got up to use the bathroom and as I was getting back into bed, I heard a terrible BOOM! outside our house. We opened the door to see the same crowd of faces. (I had taken the time to put on pants this time.)
A very drunken driver had sped up on to the curb at the liquor store three doors down from us. For some reason, no one was parked between us and that corner that night. He ran into a couple of street signs, one of which ended up in front of our house, and slammed into the rear of the rental, completely slamming it into the other wreck. The rental was a tiny ball of stuff that used to be a car.
Our first thought: "Oh shit. It's a rental." Keith got on the phone with the rental company and they told us that we were okay, because we had taken out the insurance coverage they offer when you rent a car. They sent a tow truck, who got the car and we never heard another word about it from them. Ever.
Fortunately, one of the witnesses got a license plate number and gave it to me, so the cops were able to chase the guy down. In a weird turn of fate, the dude was a cousin of someone I worked with at the time! It was an interesting discussion in the breakroom that day over lunch.
Our car was, of course, totaled. Due to its age, we didn't get much for it, so we bought a used Volvo station wagon from the late 80's, which we ended up loving to pieces. The air didn't work, but it was one of the most fun cars we have ever owned. I keep telling Keith that we ought to just get another Volvo this time around and be done with it.
We got one other thing out of this, our status as the crash kings of the neighborhood. People still come up to us and ask us if we're the ones that lost two cars in a weekend. It's been a topic of conversation twice in front of our house in recent months. Needless to say, it's a conversation I never want to have under those circumstances again.
I'm about to renew my assault on City Hall about this. I spoke to our Councilman at a neighborhood meeting a few years ago, but nothing really happened, so I don't have high hopes.
Our street is narrow with no offstreet parking, so that makes it narrower. There's a long stretch without a stoplight, which only encourages speeding. To make matters worse, there's a slight hill and a small curve as you come into our stretch of road, which not only reduces driver visibility, but also sets a trajectory so that anyone going too fast who loses control is aimed at the cars on our side of the street. I want a light or a stop sign put in at the corner. I'd settle for a damn speed bump.
When I spoke at the Councilman's meeting, there were reps from various departments there. He asked the public safety woman about putting a speed bump, and she replied that they don't do speed bumps, they only do "speed humps."
Hell, I'd settle for one of those. Whatever the difference is.
Yeesh.
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Sunday, February 23, 2014
Sunday, February 02, 2014
Deja Vu All Over Again
Wanna know what I did last night?
I bet you're thinking I did something fun, like watch an old movie or paint my toenails cherry red or something. You might even be thinking of something practical, like vacuuming the bedroom (which really needs it), or pricing vintage doodads, or reading comics. (Yes, reading comics is practical! How else am I going to get that stack down to a manageable level?)
But you're not thinking this:
I'm the styling, but befuddled, dude in the plaid sleeping pants on the right. The one standing by the wrecked car! The wrecked car that was just purchased to replaced the last one that got wrecked in front of the goddamn house, which is where this one got wrecked too!
From here on out, you're liable to see some frank language. If that bothers you, I get it, but I am pretty pissed right now. Here's a substitute you can mentally insert when I get a little off-color:
Okay, let me back up a bit and fill in some blanks. I left a couple of loose blog-ends at the end of last year. Actually, it was Shara who reminded me in a comment a little while ago that I had not spoken of the resolution to the whole car ordeal. (You might want to refresh your memory before reading on.)
The hardest part was getting the vehicles towed away. They sat in front of our house (half on, half off the street) for weeks! It was early December before they were both gone. We were kind of worried that the neighbors would start calling the city and complaining.
Things were mostly settled on the Hyundai by Thanksgiving. In fact, on Black Friday, Keith was looking at new cars. The truck took a little longer, but everything came out okay there too. I'm keeping my eye out for another little furniture hauling junker for a few hundred bucks or so.
The new car did really fill the bill pretty nicely. The wrecked car was a Touring, a model Hyundai discontinued in favor of the GT last year. They're pretty similar in features, but the GT has a deeper well for cargo in the back. That means it holds a little more and it's easier to load large awkward items.
When we were moving stuff into my new booth, I took two sets of shelves over that we had previously hauled in the Touring, where they barely fit and only went in with much huffing, puffing, and drama. They just popped right in the GT, with plenty of room to spare! In fact, I took everything to the new location in just two loads, instead of the 3-4 I had been planning on. It was the closest thing to an ideal junking car we've ever had.
And now, it too is gone. Fuck.
The car in the middle of the road is the one that hit us. It bounced off us and then smacked the neighbor's truck across the street. Witnesses said the driver fled the scene on foot. Turns out the car was a rental, but the driver will probably report it stolen, so we may be shit out of luck again. They never found the driver from November.
I'm not even sure what to do now. We're pretty sure to lose our insurance over this, even though neither claim was our fault. The house insurance is with the same company, so who knows about it?
There's something wrong when you cannot park your own goddamn car in front of your own goddamn house!
The rational part of my head is trying to insert thoughts about freak accidents and statistical anomalies, but the rest of me is trying to imagine how we're going to run two careers and a junking business without a vehicle. And even if we can get a new one, where the hell are we going to park it?
Fuck.
I bet you're thinking I did something fun, like watch an old movie or paint my toenails cherry red or something. You might even be thinking of something practical, like vacuuming the bedroom (which really needs it), or pricing vintage doodads, or reading comics. (Yes, reading comics is practical! How else am I going to get that stack down to a manageable level?)
But you're not thinking this:
From here on out, you're liable to see some frank language. If that bothers you, I get it, but I am pretty pissed right now. Here's a substitute you can mentally insert when I get a little off-color:
FRTZNGL
I mean, what the fuck? Seriously? Are we not living right or something? As far as I know, neither one of us has ever done anything to anyone else. So why the bloody hell does this keep happening?
Okay, let me back up a bit and fill in some blanks. I left a couple of loose blog-ends at the end of last year. Actually, it was Shara who reminded me in a comment a little while ago that I had not spoken of the resolution to the whole car ordeal. (You might want to refresh your memory before reading on.)
The hardest part was getting the vehicles towed away. They sat in front of our house (half on, half off the street) for weeks! It was early December before they were both gone. We were kind of worried that the neighbors would start calling the city and complaining.
Things were mostly settled on the Hyundai by Thanksgiving. In fact, on Black Friday, Keith was looking at new cars. The truck took a little longer, but everything came out okay there too. I'm keeping my eye out for another little furniture hauling junker for a few hundred bucks or so.
The new car did really fill the bill pretty nicely. The wrecked car was a Touring, a model Hyundai discontinued in favor of the GT last year. They're pretty similar in features, but the GT has a deeper well for cargo in the back. That means it holds a little more and it's easier to load large awkward items.
When we were moving stuff into my new booth, I took two sets of shelves over that we had previously hauled in the Touring, where they barely fit and only went in with much huffing, puffing, and drama. They just popped right in the GT, with plenty of room to spare! In fact, I took everything to the new location in just two loads, instead of the 3-4 I had been planning on. It was the closest thing to an ideal junking car we've ever had.
And now, it too is gone. Fuck.
The car in the middle of the road is the one that hit us. It bounced off us and then smacked the neighbor's truck across the street. Witnesses said the driver fled the scene on foot. Turns out the car was a rental, but the driver will probably report it stolen, so we may be shit out of luck again. They never found the driver from November.
I'm not even sure what to do now. We're pretty sure to lose our insurance over this, even though neither claim was our fault. The house insurance is with the same company, so who knows about it?
There's something wrong when you cannot park your own goddamn car in front of your own goddamn house!
The rational part of my head is trying to insert thoughts about freak accidents and statistical anomalies, but the rest of me is trying to imagine how we're going to run two careers and a junking business without a vehicle. And even if we can get a new one, where the hell are we going to park it?
Fuck.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Monday Rambles
Hello, my dearly neglected little blog-thingie. I just haven't felt much like working on blog posts lately. My house is a mess. I'm fighting the urge to sit down and read comic books all day. I upgraded to Windows 8.1 and it helpfully uninstalled my printer. I'm going through stuff like mad at the booth--comic books and Christmas trees in particular, although ornaments are starting to sell too. Thanksgiving is coming. And i still have too trashed vehicles in front of the house! In a little less than a month, we head to Arkansas to see Keith's mom. I'm house-sitting the week before that. I've got tons to do and am running out of time in which to do them. And that includes blog posts.
Thankfully (heh!), today is the only day I work this week. Well, I do have to go to a training tomorrow, but that's more sitting and looking surly at all the extra stuff I'm going to be asked to do without pay than actually working.
Speaking of the cars, they are supposed to be towed this week. I hope so. I am tired of being rubberneck central. I was on the bus last week going past the house. Everyone turned to look at the smashed cars, while I sunk in my seat!
We're still waiting for the paperwork to confirm things, but both vehicles have been declared to be totaled. We should have a new car by Wednesday. I'm ready for this horrid thing to be over. Whoever did it has gotten away and not been found at this point, and there is little hope that he/she will ever be.
I decided to take the storage space at the Peddlers Mall, which is going to involve closing my religion wall and moving things around. We started taking stuff over for storage yesterday and have already mostly cleared out the living room. My hope is to have everything in the storage space by the end of the year. I'm already finding things that I had forgotten about that should have gone to the booth ages ago. I'm going to spend tomorrow and Wednesday at the booth, kind of getting things organized and ready for Black Friday.
I also finally cleaned up this disaster of a desk yesterday. I pulled a whole tub of stuff that had kind of accumulated here that didn't belong. Now I'm trying to figure out how to deal with this:
This week, I'm hoping to feast like no one's business. I got a lot to be thankful for this year! I hope you and yours have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Thankfully (heh!), today is the only day I work this week. Well, I do have to go to a training tomorrow, but that's more sitting and looking surly at all the extra stuff I'm going to be asked to do without pay than actually working.
Speaking of the cars, they are supposed to be towed this week. I hope so. I am tired of being rubberneck central. I was on the bus last week going past the house. Everyone turned to look at the smashed cars, while I sunk in my seat!
We're still waiting for the paperwork to confirm things, but both vehicles have been declared to be totaled. We should have a new car by Wednesday. I'm ready for this horrid thing to be over. Whoever did it has gotten away and not been found at this point, and there is little hope that he/she will ever be.
I decided to take the storage space at the Peddlers Mall, which is going to involve closing my religion wall and moving things around. We started taking stuff over for storage yesterday and have already mostly cleared out the living room. My hope is to have everything in the storage space by the end of the year. I'm already finding things that I had forgotten about that should have gone to the booth ages ago. I'm going to spend tomorrow and Wednesday at the booth, kind of getting things organized and ready for Black Friday.
I also finally cleaned up this disaster of a desk yesterday. I pulled a whole tub of stuff that had kind of accumulated here that didn't belong. Now I'm trying to figure out how to deal with this:
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| Sheesh! It's a wonder I could find the computer! |
This week, I'm hoping to feast like no one's business. I got a lot to be thankful for this year! I hope you and yours have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
I missed Monday! (Again!)
This is starting to become a habit, one I need to break. How are we all going to start our week without Monday Rambles? Sorry about that.
This time it's at least partially because there's not too much to report.
The vehicles are still smashed up in front of the house. We've become a stop on the rubbernecker tour. Yesterday morning, I watched a guy on a bicycle slow down to gawk at them. We're still waiting the insurance appraiser to check them out before we have them towed off. I know the neighbors are so thrilled with this.
I am so afraid I'm going to lose Baby (that's the truck). Unfortunately, I'm fixing to really need her over the next few months. (More on that in a bit.)
We took Chiquito to the vet Saturday, prompting him to have a total break with reality. My sweet little baby boy turned into some kind of wildcat! He growled. He hissed. He spit. He was so wild that they were unable to complete the examination. Thankfully, they were able to give him his shots and do the blood draw. His tests came back clear, so we took him home, with a recommendation that we sedate him before bringing him in next time.
I spent Sunday at the booth, trying to pull Xmas together. I'm quite honestly overwhelmed! Nothing seems to be working no matter what I try. There's a lot riding on this year. Besides sales, the booth that gets the most votes for its decor gets a free month of rent in January. My problem is that I don't know the difference between Xmas decorating and Xmas displays! I want to sell all this stuff, which means that it's going to be handled, fondled, misplaced and knocked over! What to do? What to do? I'm going back Wednesday to see if I can finish it up. If I can make it presentable, then I'll take some pics.
Another part of the booth stress is that I am behind on a special project for the booth. I see everything in my head, but the time just hasn't been there to work on it. Maybe in a few weeks. It's kind of cool.
I'm debating getting storage space at the Peddlers Mall. They have some limited space available for vendor storage, and one of those spots is open right now. The problem is that it's located behind a wall space booth and the door to it is in the middle of that booth. So, to get the space, I have to take the booth. I'd have to give up my religion wall to be able to afford it, so that material might get moved to the new space. I don't like breaking up my spaces though, so I'm not sure what to do. I have got to get all this stuff out of the house though, and the storage space is cheaper and larger than I could get from a storage rental place and a lot more convenient. Still not sure what to do.
If I do, then I'll be super-busy for a few weeks getting stuff moved over there. Sure would be nice if the truck were available.
More to come.
This time it's at least partially because there's not too much to report.
The vehicles are still smashed up in front of the house. We've become a stop on the rubbernecker tour. Yesterday morning, I watched a guy on a bicycle slow down to gawk at them. We're still waiting the insurance appraiser to check them out before we have them towed off. I know the neighbors are so thrilled with this.
I am so afraid I'm going to lose Baby (that's the truck). Unfortunately, I'm fixing to really need her over the next few months. (More on that in a bit.)
We took Chiquito to the vet Saturday, prompting him to have a total break with reality. My sweet little baby boy turned into some kind of wildcat! He growled. He hissed. He spit. He was so wild that they were unable to complete the examination. Thankfully, they were able to give him his shots and do the blood draw. His tests came back clear, so we took him home, with a recommendation that we sedate him before bringing him in next time.
I spent Sunday at the booth, trying to pull Xmas together. I'm quite honestly overwhelmed! Nothing seems to be working no matter what I try. There's a lot riding on this year. Besides sales, the booth that gets the most votes for its decor gets a free month of rent in January. My problem is that I don't know the difference between Xmas decorating and Xmas displays! I want to sell all this stuff, which means that it's going to be handled, fondled, misplaced and knocked over! What to do? What to do? I'm going back Wednesday to see if I can finish it up. If I can make it presentable, then I'll take some pics.
Another part of the booth stress is that I am behind on a special project for the booth. I see everything in my head, but the time just hasn't been there to work on it. Maybe in a few weeks. It's kind of cool.
I'm debating getting storage space at the Peddlers Mall. They have some limited space available for vendor storage, and one of those spots is open right now. The problem is that it's located behind a wall space booth and the door to it is in the middle of that booth. So, to get the space, I have to take the booth. I'd have to give up my religion wall to be able to afford it, so that material might get moved to the new space. I don't like breaking up my spaces though, so I'm not sure what to do. I have got to get all this stuff out of the house though, and the storage space is cheaper and larger than I could get from a storage rental place and a lot more convenient. Still not sure what to do.
If I do, then I'll be super-busy for a few weeks getting stuff moved over there. Sure would be nice if the truck were available.
More to come.
Friday, November 15, 2013
Street Views
This is what our street looks like today.
That would be my truck.
It's not normally parked quite so close to the tree in front of our house.
That's our car. It's not normally parked up on the sidewalk in front of the neighbor's house like that.
They had some middle of the night help to get where they are. Help from some jerk who couldn't be bothered to stop and let anyone know what he had done. Not even to call the police.
Of course, he left some other signs that he was there.
My total nerd gene kicks in when I can't process what's going on around me.
No yard sales tomorrow. It's a good thing the rental has already come through, otherwise we'd have to cancel Chiquito's vet appointment for tomorrow.
Sigh.
It's not normally parked quite so close to the tree in front of our house.
That's our car. It's not normally parked up on the sidewalk in front of the neighbor's house like that.
They had some middle of the night help to get where they are. Help from some jerk who couldn't be bothered to stop and let anyone know what he had done. Not even to call the police.
Of course, he left some other signs that he was there.
I'm going to miss that truck. It great for hauling furniture. It's also a 1988 Nissan worth about 500 bucks. I don't think I'm going to get much in terms of replacement or repair settlements. Sigh!
The physics of the whole deal is what blows my mind the most. I cannot for the life of me figure out how they ended up sitting parallel to each other.
No yard sales tomorrow. It's a good thing the rental has already come through, otherwise we'd have to cancel Chiquito's vet appointment for tomorrow.
Sigh.
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