Flashes of Panic

I haven’t even had the car back for six months, and I got smacked from behind this evening leaving a parking lot. Not entirely his fault, I suppose; I started, then saw an oncoming car and stopped again. And got tapped. Fortunately for him, not enough to trip his airbags. Either way, as the insurance companies see it, it’s not my fault.

(It’s very hard to be at fault when you’re hit from behind, even when you get whacked like my brother did and get driven in to the car in front of you.)

Unfortunately, this won’t further my goal to replace every major body panel; all I’ll need replaced (unless the frame is munged, which I doubt) is the plastic piece around the rear bumper, which is scratched, cracked and detached in such a way that it will not pass inspection.

I am becoming a poor bet for my insurance company, though this one probably won’t result in them actually cutting a check.