Well…some of you know and some of you don’t. Some might have been able to discern through my posts that the past month has been incredibly stressful and frustrating for me. I haven’t really talked about it until now because, well, frankly…because I wasn’t sure how everything was going to work out. But it’s coming to an end, so I can let it all hang out…
Early this year, I picked up a car that I have wanted for a very, VERY long time. When I was in High School back in the ’80′s(I know…ancuient history, right?), sports coupes were all the rage. Well…after I graduated in ’91, I desperately wanted to get my hands on a Chevy Beretta GT…but never had the opportunity and the money at the same time.
Earlier this year, I came across an incredible deal. 1993 Chevy Beretta GT…in my price range. The guy was asking more than I had, but after looking at the car…I offered him every penny of cash I had, and he came down in his price to hook me up. I LOVE this car…
This car is the BOMB! 75,000 miles on a freshly rebuilt V6 engine. New radiator, thermostat, water pump, and hoses. Brand new AC unit and compressor. Aluminum Alloy wheels with brand new Toyo Touring tires, and everything a 30-something kid could hope for in a sports coupe. I got my car. And my daughter was thrilled because it is blue!
Flash forward to May 2, 2009, approximately 9:30 pm…
My good friend John and I decided to go cruising for snakes. We went to a deserted road I knew about 100 miles from home, where I had recently found a Desert Rosy Boa. The night started off good with a beautiful little Mojave Glossy Snake that was a baby from last season. This was a lifer for me…it was gonna be a good night.
We drove to the top of the road, flipped aound and headed back down. I saw a beautiful Sidewinder on the left side of the road, so I pulled all the way over, getting my driver’s side off the road and into the dirt, right up against a berm and some sagebrush. John and I got out to photograph the Sidewinder.
Let me set the scene…
The area I am parked is at the top of a gentle downhill slope that is arrow straight for roughly 2 miles from my car to the highway. ARROW straight, with nothing to block the view from where we were all the way to the highway. From where we were parked, I could count the people going in to the convenience store 2 miles away, or the number of cars in the Rest Area on the other side of the street. There are no trees, only desert scrub brush and cactus. There are no sudden dips or turns, just a straight line with an even, gentle slope.
I am laying on my belly in front of the snake getting some decent pictures, and I hear a car coming. I stand up, and this car seems to be coming straight at us, about a mile away. I call to john, and he stands up and we watch this car. Now…my car is running, headlights on. John and I both have camping headlights on our heads, illuminated, and this car keeps coming straight for us.
We get out from in front of my car, and as we are jumping up and down screaming at this car to stop, slow down, or ANYTHING…shee veers entirely off the road, runs over John’s foot, and smacks my car, driver’s side headlight to driver’s side headlight. My car go flying back in to the middle of the road about 40 feet back, ripping blacktop up out of the road as she knocked me out of the recessed shoulder and back in to the road.
And I can hear the rattlesnake buzzing like crazy…luckily he wasn’t hit. Unluckily, he was very angery, very close, and very well hidden. Have I mentioned that I usually wear sandals when road cruising? They are good luck for finding rattlesnakes, but don’t help much when an angry, hidden rattlesnake strikes from a bush after a car accident…
This is my car:
Actually not too bad, considering she hit me at 55mph, and knocked my car back roughly 40 feet or more. Some body damage, but no leaking fluids, and the engine still running. I even drove it the 2 miles to the gas station. Heck I even drove it from my house to the body shop in town for an estimate. It drives great…didn’t even knock the alignment out of whack.
Here’s her car:
This fiberglass P.O.S. exploded on impact, sending pieces of plastic and fiberglass everywhere, and raining green and red liquid all over the place. This car is destroyed. Take that, Bitch!
The problem is…she smashed my headlight, so my wiring harness is frazzled…comlpetely shattered. No healights. No taillights. No blinkers. No brakelights. Illegal to drive it.
Now…I can’t find parts. I recieved a generous settlement check from her insurance company, and have spent the past month scouring the Western United States for parts but…can’t find any. Found some in Wisconsin, but the shipping would be twice the cost of the parts.
So I took my settlement check, and I am getting a beat-around pickup truck. It’s a decent little Nissan Pickup…low miles for an ’87, and some minor repairable issues, but it runs like a champ, and can get me and my kid around until I can get the parts for my car to be fixed. Plus…I need a 4wd pickup anyhow. I mean…the Beretta is a great car, but frankly…I won’t drive her on dirt roads, and she just can’t get me to a lot of the places I want to go. The pickup can. And the price is right. I can get it and beat the shit out of it until I either fix the Beretta, or break down and get a new car next year.
So…that’s it. My stress, my life. I miss my Beretta. But at least I’m picking up some wheels this afternoon. Not ideal, for sure but…it will work. And I’ll fix the Beretta. Slowly…but surely…
Thanks for bearing with me!!
I smoke. I know…it’s bad for my health. I’ve heard it before, and I’m sure I’ll hear it again. Hell, it’s written right on the side of my pack of smokes, and I can read the warnings all I want. But guess what…I LIKE smoking.
I don’t smoke inside my house or inside buildings. I don’t smoke around my daughter. I stand away from doors and windows of public buildings, and I try to be inobtrusive with my filthy habit.
So do non-smokers really need to tell me how bad it is for me? Do you REALLY think I don’t know that? Better yet…do you REALLY think I give a shit how YOU feel about MY habit?
I don’t. So stop telling me.
Does my smoking outdoors offend you so much that you must go out of your way to mention it? Does it smell so bad that you must come closer to me in order to mention it? If I’m walking down the street, do you really need to protect your children from the evil, bad guy smoking a cigarrette?
Listen…I don’t force you to smoke, so stop trying to force me to quit. I go out of my way to avoid poisoning YOU with MY bad habit, so don’t walk up to me and get close to me to bitch about it. That doesn’t make any damn sense.
As of right now…smoking is not a crime. I know some of you think it should be…but it isn’t. So leave me alone. Let me stand in my cold corner, puffing on a smoke, freezing my fingers for a 5 minute break. Let me inhale deeply, and feel the acrid sting of the smoke as it fills my lungs. Let me feel the poisonous toxins of tar, nicotine, and carbon monoxide as they course through my veins, enhancing my addiction, and slowly, but ever so surely, killing me.
What do you care? They are my lungs and my veins so really…what do you care?
Mind your business. I’ve heard it all, and frankly, if I don’t know your name and where you live…I don’t care how you feel. So just mind your business…
Somebody once said to me, “Didn’t your mom ever tell you smoking was bad for your health?” Well…yes…she did. She told me something else, too…”Mind yer business”. Try it sometime…