According to the tow truck guy, we had a bit of a “fender bender” on the way to take care of Badmovie and Lunar Geography’s cats tonight. According to the insurance guy, if the airbags go off in a bug, that likely means it’s totalled. I think the truth lies somewhere between the two.
If you’re curious, air bag propellent smells something like a cross betwen gun- and talcum powder. It pretty much fills the car after a collision. I exhaled a big pack-a-day plume of it after the hit. Getting a lungfull isn’t something I’m anxious to repeat, obviously, but if I need a refresher on the smell, all I need to do is sniff my jacket, or the beanies, or the geocashing duffel, or pretty much anything that had been in the car when it went off.
Fortunately, nobody was hurt. I’ve got a bruise developing on my shin, but nothing serious. The car itself has been hauled off to an insurance company approved repair lot, where it’ll hang out until Monday, at which point we’ll find out if it’ll get fixed or replaced.
I’m hoping fixed. The poor thing is just four months out from being fully paid for.