|What a wreck.
||[Apr. 25th, 2006|05:56 am]
Today was a shitty day. |
I was driving down Los Feliz when someone in a Tahoe made a left turn into me. My car has over $5,000 worth of damage, and I don't know whether or not it's totaled. I was just frantic for two hours. The guy who hit me was really nice; he and his friends tried to move my car out of the street, but the axle is bent and the front tire was blown, so it wouldn't even budge. And did you know that cops in Los Angeles don't file accident reports? An officer made sure everyone had insurance information, and he was nice enough to stay with me while I waited for the tow truck. According to the collision center, it will be two weeks before they'll know the extent of the damage.
Needless to say, this puts a damper on my plans to move. My father is driving out right now, and I'll probably have to fly back out in a month to get my car if it's not deemed irreparable. I'm not leaving on Sunday, folks; I'm probably leaving on Thursday or Friday. I'm cutting the size of stuff I'm taking back to Texas in half.
Max was nice enough to take the subway to see me last night. I'm just bruised, sore, and devastated. I baby that car. I had just gotten a service and filled it up with a tank of gas. It didn't even have 30,000 miles and it was a 2002! And then BAM, everything gets turned upside down.
He hit me on my front driver's side tire. It's not too clear from this picture, but the entire front part of the car was shifted. The tire's pushed in about two inches.
My door was bent at the hinge, so I couldn't open it. I had to hop over my console to get out on the passenger's side.
THe tire popped and the rim's bent.
I still can't believe he just had minor damage to the front of the car. I suppose that's why one pays all that money for a huge gas-guzzling tank.