D'oh. A deer! A female deer!
Much updateage for my luffly readers! I'm tempted to do an Aviatrix and tell you last week's news today and today's news a few days down the line, but as it's unlikely I'll get round to doing the second part of a two-part blog, and as it's really not all that exciting I'll just go for the brief update on what's happened.
So I was driving home on Friday night when BAM! (did that scare you? it scared the crap out of me!) a deer ran in front of me. I was pretty shaken up, and I stopped to assess the damage and figure out what that big smashing noise had been. Front left headlight completely smashed, but other than that it didn't look too bad, so after ascertaining from the nice bloke behind who'd stopped to see if I was ok that the deer had run off (so I couldn't get its insurance details) I drove home. I paused at a garage at the end of the street and asked what they thought of the damage, and having turned up their noses at my car they said it probably wouldn't be economical to fix it.
After sulking all evening until Sam came round and tempted me out of my misery with pizza, I went to sleep with the notion of taking it for a second opinion in the morning. We popped round the corner to an accident repair specialist who said he'd put a quote in the post. The rest of the weekend was spent researching ways of getting to work on public transport, and visiting Colchester, which was rather nice, although it was a bit cold to enjoy a proper walk round the castle park.
Sam solved the transport issue for Monday morning by getting up at silly o'clock to drop me off. I probably owe him for that. By the end of the day I'd sorted out a lift for as long as I need it from a very nice teacher who drives past my street every day anyway.
This evening, the bombshell that was the repair quote arrived. Eeek. There's no way it's worth paying that much to replace it. Now here comes the tricky bit, so make sure you're listening carefully. I am getting rid of the Peugeot. But my stepdad might be taking it so someone can fix it on the cheap for my little brother to have. Perhaps. And I might be getting my dad's corsa instead. But if not, my dad's going to go car shopping with me. So my stepdad might be coming to pick up the Peugeot next week. In which case I get a lift home. But if not, I'll have to get the train home for Christmas, and dispose of the Peugeot in the new year. Unless Sam can give me a lift home. Confused? Imagine how I feel.
The upshot of all this is that whatever happens I will need a new car by January. I have been offered a loan (thanks, mum!) to pay for something second-hand but not too old, if not the Corsa then something similar. Money's going to be tight for the next few months, as my Easter trip to New York is already booked but not yet paid for, but I can dip into savings if necessary, and live on jacket spuds with beans. It'll be worth it to drive a car which has heaters that work!
So I was driving home on Friday night when BAM! (did that scare you? it scared the crap out of me!) a deer ran in front of me. I was pretty shaken up, and I stopped to assess the damage and figure out what that big smashing noise had been. Front left headlight completely smashed, but other than that it didn't look too bad, so after ascertaining from the nice bloke behind who'd stopped to see if I was ok that the deer had run off (so I couldn't get its insurance details) I drove home. I paused at a garage at the end of the street and asked what they thought of the damage, and having turned up their noses at my car they said it probably wouldn't be economical to fix it.
After sulking all evening until Sam came round and tempted me out of my misery with pizza, I went to sleep with the notion of taking it for a second opinion in the morning. We popped round the corner to an accident repair specialist who said he'd put a quote in the post. The rest of the weekend was spent researching ways of getting to work on public transport, and visiting Colchester, which was rather nice, although it was a bit cold to enjoy a proper walk round the castle park.
Sam solved the transport issue for Monday morning by getting up at silly o'clock to drop me off. I probably owe him for that. By the end of the day I'd sorted out a lift for as long as I need it from a very nice teacher who drives past my street every day anyway.
This evening, the bombshell that was the repair quote arrived. Eeek. There's no way it's worth paying that much to replace it. Now here comes the tricky bit, so make sure you're listening carefully. I am getting rid of the Peugeot. But my stepdad might be taking it so someone can fix it on the cheap for my little brother to have. Perhaps. And I might be getting my dad's corsa instead. But if not, my dad's going to go car shopping with me. So my stepdad might be coming to pick up the Peugeot next week. In which case I get a lift home. But if not, I'll have to get the train home for Christmas, and dispose of the Peugeot in the new year. Unless Sam can give me a lift home. Confused? Imagine how I feel.
The upshot of all this is that whatever happens I will need a new car by January. I have been offered a loan (thanks, mum!) to pay for something second-hand but not too old, if not the Corsa then something similar. Money's going to be tight for the next few months, as my Easter trip to New York is already booked but not yet paid for, but I can dip into savings if necessary, and live on jacket spuds with beans. It'll be worth it to drive a car which has heaters that work!
posted by Fluffy at 10:42 pm
2 Comments:
Good luck with your car shopping. I have never hit a deer (*touches wood), but I dont think they ever do themselves or humans many favours when they insist on running in front of cars
It's a wonder I've never hit one; they keep running across the road down here in the New Forest!
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