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The Cursed Car

on January 26, 2011

I broke my car. I ran into the back of an RTA minibus (one of those smaller white ones used for transporting old people). At a red light. I was literally .2 seconds from work. I mean, I didn’t intentionally plow into the back of the bus – my shoes were wet, and my foot slipped off the brake and onto the gas. Next thing I know my car looks like this:

RTA Minibus: 1 Jessi's Malibu: -175

So what do I do? I take a picture of the broken car and send it to the fam, the boyfriend, and select friends. Clearly I have my priorities straight.

Now, after all the essentials were taken care of, I drove Bus Killer (my car’s new name, compliments of Ernest) the .2 seconds to work, called my dad, and broke down into hysterics. Yes, it’s just a car. Yes, I’m OK. But I don’t really agree with the whole “You’re OK and that’s all that matters.” thing. See, I have terrible credit which means I’m not capable of getting financed for a new car (I’d need a co-signer) AND I’m super poor so just paying for the repairs out of pocket/getting a rental til my car was fixed or just junking the car and getting a new one didn’t really fit into my budget (did I mention that I only have liability on this car because it was free and I was trying to save money? Yeah…no collision, no insurance-paying-for-the-damages…)

Anywho, luckily I have the most amazing boyfriend in the entire universe. Instead of staying at home and getting ahead in his Anthropology course, he drove to my work to flatten out the hood and do what he could so that the car was easier to drive.

Much more flat...and much more ghetto with the bright orange extension cord holding the hood down.

Ernest using my old grill as his "Chevy Moustache" (pronounced "moose-tash")

He followed me back to my place, and the next morning he embarked upon Pull-A-Part with his grandpa and cousin to commandeer a hood, bumper, grill, headlights, and front end thingy (it goes behind the grill and holds the tubes/wiring for the headlights, I can’t remember what it’s actually called). This also turned into a pretty big deal because he let me drive his car, which is a gorgeous piece of machinery that he doesn’t let anyone else but his mom drive. Again; BIG deal. Luckily, Joanna (the name of his car) was safe in my hands and we had an uneventful day together. Well, 2 days actually since I took her to work on Friday too.

I feel like something is missing...

Saturday we were up super freakin early to start working on my car. In total (with a lunch/nap break) we spent about 6 hours working on the car, and got everything finished. Ernest’s step-dad helped a bunch too. Ernest also had a fever of over 101 the entire day Saturday, but is a man and therefore stubborn, so he refused to stay inside and rest and let me and step-dad work on the car. And really, I did help. I Gorilla Glue’d some plastic that broke together, bolted some…bolts, held inspection lights, moved piecesparts around, put the hood on, and the finishing touch: the license plate.

Broke a sweat on this one, y'all

But it’s done. The hood and bumper are a little off in color – but at least they’re not red, or blue, or something horrendously noticeable. The total cost? Just short of $200 for all of the parts. Labor cost me a delicious dinner of home made Chicken Picatta. And I’m sure many more delicious home made dinners in the future. I am the luckiest girl in the world to have such an amazingly generous boyfriend who sacrificed lots of time, money, effort, and time that should’ve been spent resting so he still wasn’t sick 3 days later; as well as his amazingly generous family that lent me/Ernest their garage, tools, space heaters, time, and effort as well. I’ve been feeling incredibly grateful indeed.

P.S. I have the WORST luck in the entire world with cars. Maybe this means I’m destined to live in a place that doesn’t really necessitate the use of a car in every day life…hmm…


One response to “The Cursed Car

  1. Aunt Peggy says:

    Nicely written account of your tribulations. I enjoyed reading!

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