Mastodawn

There is a flaw in the system

Hello

If this is your first visit, welcome to Musings. Today I am musing about fate or the flaw in the system. If you have been here before, welcome back. Over time we are going to talk about many things: the past, the present, perhaps the future, travel,

New Car

Three weeks ago I finally replaced my 2008 van.

It had been a great ride. We drove from Florida to central Mexico and back five times and up to new York and surrounds several. It hauled paintings and plants and an unimaginable variety of stuff over the years, never complaining, always dependable. In the end it had dents, a cloudy GPS screen, a broken side mirror and failing paint. But it still ran, never complaining.

It took a long time for me to let go. It was like I was forsaking an old friend. Letting go when the chaise showed age for a new shiny ride. Ah . . . well, I went ahead just the same.

I bought a new Subaru Outback, shiny, full of features and with a reputation of reliability and safety. The first house I bought cost half the price of the car.

Two days later I was rear ended . . . stopped in traffic and “BAM bam”.

The officer said, “She hit you twice didn’t she? Yeah, they hit you the first time and the momentum carries them forward and they hit you the second. Yep, That’s what happened.”

My assailant was a young woman aged 21. She had just bought her car, aged 24. They told her “It was in good shape”. Was is the key word. Not anymore.

I felt sorry for her. She looked so defeated. She claimed “the brakes failed“. The officer said, “They all say that“. The boy friend said he put brake fluid in her car that afternoon. Who knows? Fortunately she had insurance.

So now I needed to deal with the insurance company, State Farm. They were very accommodating, approving the repair, a rental car for the time the car was being repaired with a list of approved repair companies close to me . . . all in about ten minutes.

The next day I went to the approved repair garage I had selected and did the paperwork. And we ran into a problem . . . .!

The car is a new model . . . too new. The dealers don’t have replacement parts. Who knows when they will have them?

I wonder what my old van would think about this.

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