Well, today the ‘adjuster’ came out and looked at my car.  I liked him, his name was Andy and he had a goatee.  It was like a taller version of myself with brown curly hair, a slender body and boots on.  Who has a different job.  Who lives in a different part of Colorado with a different family.  Yeah, we had a lot in common.

Andy told me that due to the fact that the outside and inside of the quarter panel and trunk had been damaged that most likely the auto-body people would tell him that it would cost a quadrillion-bazillion-trillion-finity dollars to fix the car and that it would be cheaper to buy a new one. Heck, I only paid tens of thousands for the car in the first place, with repair bills that high its a bit steep to put it in ‘ship shape’ condition.  Not that I want to go sailing in a Honda Civic.
So, in short there’s a 95% chance that I’m going to be making a deal with the devil car dealer soon so that I can drive a new pimped ride.