Anyone who knows me knows about the kind of car I drive: A 2007 blue Toyota Corolla with roll-up windows (at least I have strong biceps), no power locks, some dents and scratches and three plastic Walmart hubcaps. And yes, I meant THREE. That pretty much describes my car to a tee. If you mistake it for one of those little bumper cars you see at county fairs, no offense taken.
Before you assume that I am about to hate on my car, you should know that this blog is not about that. In fact, I am so beyond grateful for my little “Engine That Could” that I just had to write about our experiences together.
I never really realized the meaning of the term, “LA driver” until now. Now, anyone who knows me also knows that I am and have always been an LA driver. I won’t even get into the description of what an LA driver is just to save myself from a lengthy lecture from the parentals. So, use your imagination.
To get down to the point, and just my luck, I have gotten into two car accidents in the last month alone. One being my fault, but the other one, I’m going to admit that I’m a little glad it happened. But the catch? Both of these guys barely spoke a word of English…
Accident #1 occurred right after I got off work, I was tired, the sun was in my eyes, I could list all the excuses in the book. Anyway, I rear-ended the car in front of me whom I thought was turning right from a red light, but the second I look away, he makes an actual stop. Now, who in their right mind doesn’t do the “California Roll?” Oh, right… someone who isn’t from California. We pull over and get out of the car.
Xi Sun Chin is the name on his ID (or something along those lines). Awesome. No English. Oh, but his American name is Tim. Don’t ask.
So, this one tiny fender bender left a dent the size of a dime on Tim’s bumper. After he texts me later that night, he asks me for $850 under the table to cover the damage. Excuse me, Tim? You really must not be from here. Your Hyundai Sonata’s plastic bumper is not worth $850. I may be fake blonde, but I’m not stupid. Then he tries to reason with me: $750. Gee, thanks for the $100 reduction, Tim! Still, total bullcrap. He starts giving me major BADitude and decides to go through insurance (by the way, this was all via text message… otherwise, there would have been a crap load of, “Huh? Wait, what? What did you say?” going on). After I told him I would just pay him what the body shop estimated, he said he didn’t have time to get an estimate. Bless you, Tim. Long story short, it was only about a $400 damage in which case my insurance company covered, and he got no money in his pocket. Success.
Accident #2 occured when I was driving up to the Griffith Observatory one night and apparently wasn’t seen in my lane, so this homeboy in his snazzy Audi rammed/side-swiped me. We get out of the car, and I exchanged information with Harashahmed Ashkensrsfj Sjfoijfslkjk (or something along those lines), as he is blaming me for not seeing him. Well, Harashahmed, I want to thank you for ruining the entire passenger’s side of my car, causing me to drive a total upgrade of a rental car (4-door Chrysler something something) for a week and making my county fair bumper car look brand-spankin’ new! Plus, it was so nice to feel like a “royal” for a few days with power windows… I may have spent a good couple minutes pressing the window buttons on my car in awe, saying, “Whoooaaaaaaaa!” It’s the little things in life…
At the end of the day, these incidents ended up being fortunes, instead of misfortunes. Thank you so much Tim and Harashahmed! Your services were greatly appreciated 🙂
It’s also safe to say that I will NEVER own a car worth over $16,000 in the city of Los Angeles.
Lesson of the day: One man’s trash is another woman’s bumper car. #thankful