Back in January I was involved in a car accident that totaled my VW Rabbit, and miraculously, my smoothie survived. Let me back up.
When I first moved out to Los Angeles, I bought this trusty* set of wheels (*later revealed to be not-so-trusty.) She was a 2000 Chevy Metro, and my dad and I drove her all the way from Mt. Horeb, Wisconsin to Pasadena, California. I bought her for the low, low price of $3,500 with an auto loan I took out from my local credit union.
I was super excited to be moving on from my 1992 Honda Accord to a brand new (to me) car, especially one that was going to take me all the way to my new home in the City of Angels. And when I finally arrived, my Chevy navigated me through LA traffic with the utmost of ease (albeit without air conditioning.)
But when it came time to get my California plates, it was time for the dreaded mandatory smog test, which, alas, my Chevy would not pass. I was then faced with the impossibly expensive task of deciding to fix my car (by replacing the ENGINE for Christ’s sake) or buying an entirely new car. And rather than fix my beloved Chevy, I chose the equally daunting task of finding a new car.
I was still paying off the Chevy, mind you, when I decided upon the newest car I’d ever driven and subsequently decided to buy… my glistening silver 2007 VW Rabbit. I was ecstatic. I felt like a million bucks driving that thing, although I had no idea how I was going to afford the monthly car payments and insurance. But I didn’t care. I loved that Rabbit.
But as they say, all good things must come to an end. And whoever invented that saying really fucked us all over by doing so, don’t you think?
Four months later, on the morning of January 28th, I was driving to work at around 6:23 am. I came around the bend of the 101 freeway, and subsequently smashed into the back of a car which was stopped in the slow lane. There was a four car chain reaction. The force from driving 55 miles per hour into the back of a Dodge Magnum crumpled the entire front of my beloved Rabbit, gave me pretty bad whiplash, not to mention some major seat belt burn.
Everyone was alright, although a bit shaken up, as we waited by the side of the road for what seemed like ages, shivering and making stressed out small talk. Finally, a tow truck took me home, and my Rabbit to a mechanic.
To make a long story short, I ended up being fine, but my car was totaled, and I was found to be at fault for the accident. I was going to be paying big time.
Not only do I work 23 miles from home and was now without a vehicle, but I was faced with the possibility of being slapped with a lawsuit.
I remember going to the mechanic where my Rabbit was sitting pathetically in the lot, and checking out the damage. It was pretty scary to look at, and the mechanics were actually surprised I made it out alive. But probably the most ironically funny thing that happened was when I opened the door of my crushed vehicle.
Miraculously, the smoothie I had made that morning and was taking to work, was still in the cupholder, completely undisturbed from the accident. Which proves only one thing. Volkswagen’s miraculous German engineering not only saved my life in a high speed crash, but it also saved the life of a healthy green smoothie, not a drop of which had spilled over the edge of the cup.
So, amidst the suckery of crashing a new car, and having to buy another one just four months later, I was able to smile at that undisturbed smoothie in my smashed up car’s cupholder.
Today, six months after the accident, I’m happy to report I’ve settled my insurance claim lawsuit-free, am completely unharmed, and have a brand new (to me) 2007 car. And you better believe it’s another VW. You can’t deny that kind of engineering.