It Is What It Is

I have a confession to make: I backed into a pole. It happened when I picked my mom up from the airport over labor day weekend. In all my years I never once injured the car I was driving and then when all the financial responsibility is on me and I'm in my BRAND NEW car, I back into a freaking pole. I had a ding in my bumper for quite some time and just had it fixed 8 days ago. Onto today's story.....

Today I decided that a little retail therapy was in order since I was bummed out about missing homecoming and I had a few things I could actually justify making a trip out to get.

I headed back out to Livermore, to walk around the outlets there a bit and hit up the mall that had a store I needed. While driving there and slowly getting more and more frustrated with California drivers I began to miss the ding on my bumper. When you have a ding on your bumper people tend to give you a little more room on the road. They think to themselves, "oh she's not afraid to get scrappy, better give her lots of breathing space". Don't pretend like you don't think that about banged up cars too. On more than one occasion my mom has yelled at me for initially parking next to a car with a bad bumper or smashed in door. I usually call her crazy and move the car, not thinking much of this added perk of having a banged up car. No one wants to get real close to you! It's awesome and I missed it.

On my way home from a delightful day of shopping I decided to take the scenic route. Highway 84 through Niles Canyon, for those of you who may know the area. Well it's a rather twisty and turny and beautiful stretch of road. When I was going around one of those turns a motorcycle also happened to be going around but unfortunately did not have as good of control of his bike as he would have liked. He hit the guard rail flew off the bike and the bike skidded across the road and right into my beautiful, newly repaired, freshly washed car.

I am okay and I believe the guy is okay. He went away in an ambulance but he was up and talked to the police for awhile before they took him away. I saw no blood and he wasn't obviously mangeled. Thank goodness he had a helmet and whatever type of special jackets motorcycle riders wear. Those and the guard rail easily saved his life.

Unfortunately my car is not okay. His bike banged up my driver door and front fender and no one is going to want to come near it with a ten foot pole now. I also got quite a few stares when I drove back to my apartment. I hear the breeze as I drive so it's not closing properly. Let's just hope the weather stays wonderful and I don't need to worry about the rain.

My poor car :(

I just can't believe that I went 7 years without incident and now, within a month, I've had two things happen that require body work. I was telling my mom about this and she was saying how my Aunt Dawn was going to go out and get me a St. Christopher medal (patron saint of travelers), have it blessed, and send it my way. Then I remembered that I already have one! I had it in my old car the entire time I drove it! I know I packed it away somewhere, now I just need to find it and find it quickly before something else horrible happens. I get a good chuckle out of this one, the non-religious girl is freaking out because she misplaced her Saint medal. ...but in all honestly I really need to find it.

Now, after talking with the insurance people I am assured that I am not at fault and the other guy's insurance should pay for all my damages. I am left sitting here, drinking wine out of a mug, and thinking "it is what it is".

In case you're curious I am drinking a 2011 late harvest sauvignon blanc from Thomas Coyne. It is completely delicious and I am very deserving after an evening like the one I've had.