The Wreck

Puck, my cute little car, is gone. He passed away on April 1 about 4:00 in the afternoon. All because of a stupid decision on my part. I made a left turn on a busy street and was hit by a car coming over a hill. I didn't see her until it was too late to do anything. Puck was totaled. It's a sad, sad day. He gave his life to save mine. I walked away with only a few bruises and some hurt pride. There is definitely something to be said for German engineering!

If I someday get a chance to get another MINI, I will, but in light of upcoming events (see my last post) i think it's best if I go with something more modest at the moment. Thankfully, we got a good deal on Puck in the first place, and I took good care of him. The insurance company rewarded me with much more money than I expected to get (probably part of someone's room and board for next year). After some rational thought on the subject I've decided that the whole incident could be a good thing. DA doesn't plan on taking a car to UT. The parking is outrageous, and she can take a bust or ride a bike almost anywhere she'll need to go. And we will be living in the same city, after all. I can give her a ride if she really needs it. DB is currently driving John's old truck. She hates that it gets such awful gas mileage and is looking for a car to buy for herself. (She's doing very well saving her money. Yea, DB!) That means that come August we will have two vehicles sitting in our driveway. There's really no need to add a third. 

The only challenge is working out transportation for all of us from now until then. Once DB finds a car, it's easy. I drive the truck, but until then I'm at the mercy of my children. If they had wrecked their cars I would have said, "Natural consequences - you have to get around at the convenience of others." It's only fair that the same rule apply to me. So, please, sweet daughters, can I have a ride? I'll pay for your gas (and your food and your education and your insurance and your phones and your...)