My Awesome Week
Three weeks ago, I decided to trade in the ol’ Toyota Echo for something a little more… ahem… manly. The Echo was a great car; it used almost zero gas and seemed virtually indestructible. Maintenance costs were limited to oil changes. Unfortunately, it also looked like a squished up baby buggy and had these ridiculously tiny tires that made driving in winter a bit of an adventure.
So enter the 2006 VW Jetta, a car I’d been eying for over a year. I love driving it, and I love the feel and consideration of the German-engineered dash. Apparently, though, I aggrieved the new car gods with my sinful pride, and punishment was swift.
On Saturday, while helping my friend Guy move, a girl backed into it with her SUV, crunching the tail light and denting the bumper and corner panel. I heard it unfold from the comfort of his back deck, and fortunately was able to get her insurance information. Damage was light but I’m sure the repair costs will be expensive, given the bodywork that will be required.
My pride had not been abated. I would look at the car out of the corner of my eye and think “Isn’t that lovely. And it’s mine.” So yesterday, while parked in the parkade beneath my office building, the CEO’s wife decided to back into my driver door with her SUV. Helloooooo, Christmas bonus.
That’s right. 5 Days. 2 reversing SUVs. 2 insurance claims. 3 dented panels. 1 busted tail light. 1 sad Ben.
At least I wasn’t in the vehicle either time.
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That makes for a very unhappy Ben. Nothing makes you feel more violated than when someone else ruins your things.
Serves you right for trying to be more manly. I mean c’mon man, ur the guy in the old comic book ads having sand kicked in his face. Why mock the gods?
Hopefully I’ve learned my lesson. Although it’s been over an hour since I last saw it, so it’s probably been hit at least once already.
Judging by the pictures I’d say that, on top of it being the 2006 jetta (no small thing) its the colour of the car that’s your trouble. I mean, its just so… perfect. Its the kind of colour that distracts you into reminiscing about epic car chase movies like in Ronin. Well, I mean, it would distract me in that way. What the wife of your CEO is thinking? That’s probably not somewhere you want to go…
Well, it’s pretty much a beater now right? Let’s take Guy’s truck, your beat-up Jetta, head to the outskirts of Cochrane and lay down some serious bumper cars!
Ed can wear a clown suit and pretend to be one of those clowns that annoys the bulls at a rodeo.
Dibs on the truck.
I’d guess, if the A Team is anything to go by, that the Ford Econoline is the one production vehicle most easily transformed into a combat ready pseudo tank if you don’t have a tractor close at hand.
Ditch the wussy Germans, drive a big steel box.