Car crashes are kind of like Rock, Paper, Scissors

Once, when I was in high school, I was riding with my mom, my sister, and my Granny in Granny’s Sequoia. As we crossed an intersection, we got rammed right on the driver’s side by an Escalade.

We spun around a time or two, and had to of course then talk to police and report everything. But, other than the goose egg on my forehead I got from hitting the window, we were all unscathed. The Sequoia was completely drivable, so we continued on to our original destination: Granny’s favorite place for lunch in Charleston.

Not much can stand between our family and food!

While the Sequoia needed body work and repairs done to the side, the Escalade’s engine and front were in all sorts of shambles. That was when my mom decided she wanted a Sequoia when the time came to replace our minivan.

Sequoia beats Escalade.

When I downgraded my 4Runner to a Honda Fit for the gas mileage, I remember lamenting to Boyfriend how I miss driving an SUV. SUVs win in car accidents. I feel safer in an SUV, especially with all these F350s driving around.

As if in agreement with me, a Jeep Wrangler decided to crash into the back of my poor little Fit, and push it into the back of a GMC.

Let’s say the Wrangler is the rock, and the GMC is the other rock, and the Fit is like the scissors but more like a pair of plastic scissors. They both drove away with bumper damage, but my little Fit…

It’s just so little, and so easy to push around.

The funny part of this is: The girl who hit me has Farmers Insurance. Everyone I spoke to was pleasant and helpful enough; however, they only paid for three days of a rental car from the day they gave me the estimate. Not from the day they paid me for damages; not from the day they gave me the money to actually be able to buy a replacement car. No: from the day they told me how much they would give me.

Words are basically money. I should try buying a car just by telling them how much I’ll give them.

I’m sure it’d get me places.

(Shout out to State Farm — they were amazing through the whole process. Everyone I talked to was very helpful, and when I would get choked up because I didn’t understand what to do, they were all sorts of comforting and reassuring–maybe because everyone I talked to was female!)

Aside from the irreplaceable sentimental value of the car (I bought it off of Aunt W a month or two before she passed, after she realized how expensive funerals are), it lost very little off-the-lot value.

Which means I’m pretty set on replacing it with another Honda Fit.

Its hatchback is as close as I can get to being able to haul stuff, but not pay a truckload at the gas pump.

I’ll just have to keep an eye out for Jeeps following me.

(As part of my recovery process, I listened to Knocked Down, But Not Knocked Out. If you feel like you’ve just been hit by a truck, it’s worth a listen.)

I was dazed for 30-60 seconds after the airbag socked me in the face, but they build cars to keep you safe and this did its job.

I was dazed for 30-60 seconds after the airbag socked me in the face, but they build cars to keep you safe and this did its job.

She tried swerving, which is why things like my right leg and my left arm hurt. I'm all twisted.

She tried swerving, which is why things like my right leg and my left arm hurt. I’m all twisted.

The right headlight was still attached, again, because of the Jeep swerving. The there was no salvaging the frame.

The right headlight was still attached, again, because of the Jeep swerving. But there was no salvaging the frame.

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