Saturday, 12 January 2013

Smash, bang, wallop...


What does it mean when things keep crashing into you?

Just before Christmas some guy staggered out of the pub, drunk as a skunk, weaved down the centre of the road to his 4x4, got in and promptly ploughed into our RAV4, reversed and pissed off. 
The door was staved in.
‘Shame he didn’t write it off for good and proper while he was at it,’ I said.

Oh, be careful what you wish for – the bloody insurers did write it off which would have been fine and dandy if
a)     We hadn’t just had the damn thing serviced.
b)    We hadn’t just shelled out for two new tyres.
c)   The bastard insurers didn't give us a seriously crap price for it, with no chance of renegotiation.

‘Shit,’ I said.
‘Double shit,’ said Adrian.
‘Does this mean we get a Ferrari?’ said James.
‘NO!’ said Adrian and I, in blissful harmony for once.

In fact it appeared our options were seriously limited, given we needed a replacement PDQ (you simply don’t function without a car out here in the sticks) and we didn’t exactly have a lot of dosh with which to play.

‘I’m leaving it up to you,’ I said to Adrian firmly.
‘What? But you always pick the cars. You’re the one who cares about cars.’
‘Yeah, but maybe it’s time for a change.’
‘Really?’ He looked suspicious. Who could blame him?  ‘And you won’t blame me if it’s not right?’
‘Of course I will. But that’s the chance you take.  I wash my hands of it.’
He vanished for a few hours.  ‘I’ve got a Subaru.’
My eyes widened.  ‘Oooh.  Okay.  The Imprezza?  That’s pretty cool.’
Kinda funky, huh?

‘Er, no.  The Legacy.’
‘Oh.’
Like this but much, much older.  

Now, you know me and cars. I like nippy and sexy or thuggish and tank-like. One or the other.  But an estate car, a station wagon?  Oh, purlease.  In a flash I was back in North London watching the convey of Hasidic families in their monster Volvos wallowing down Stamford Hill.  Estates are death to fun motoring: staid, sensible, stoic, snoringly boring. Nobody ever eyes you up in an estate car at the lights, inviting a burn-up.  In fact, nobody even notices you.  People are liable to drive into you because of your sheer lack of visibility. 
And this one? Bless its engine, it’s so ancient that, not only is the dash wood but the bloody steering wheel is wooden too.  And the SatNav appears to be a CD. WTF?

But hey, it’s got four wheels, it’s dry (the poor RAV was incontinent after its smash and made you feel like you’d wet yourself every time you got out of the passenger seat).  And, to be fair, it does have a bit of poke in the engine. 

So that was crash #1.  And then, a couple of days ago, an email popped into my inbox from our neighbor, the vicar, entitled Your Wall.
Shit. Now what?  We share a 20 foot stone wall and if that had caved in, we were looking at debtors’ prison. But no.  It seemed a delivery truck had decided it would mount the pavement and slice through our arch, leaving chunks of stone and smashed up rock all over the road.
‘You’re not having much luck lately, are you?’ opined a neighbour, watching Adrian shoveling stone. ‘Whatever next, eh?’
I could hear my grandmother’s voice loud and clear – ‘Bad luck comes in threes.’

So, umm…what else can be smashed or crashed, I wonder.  And what does it mean…all this…implosion?  

5 comments:

mike saunders said...

I want the blue Subaru with gold wheels.

Ashen said...

Is the last image the insurance building?

BTW - this proving-I'm-not-a-robot here is near impossible.

Sessha Batto said...

Last year we found ourselves in the very unpleasant situation of having to replace both of our cars at once. Now, to be honest, many dys we need no car, most days only one . . .but when the hubs is working and the boy has school, two cars it is. We decided to split our VERY meager available cash and each see what we could get. I found a lovely 17 year old jaguar with low mileage and was ecstatic. The hubs sneered and bought a newer, much more practical (to his mind) land rover. Said land rover leaks through the sunroof and front window and drains the battery overnight! Not to mention the windshield wipers that cycle only sporadically ;) Needless to say, for some reason I am the only one who ends up driving it while the hubs cruises in luxury in my jag :(

jonstorey said...

Wasn't the same chap that demolished our wall a couple of weeks ago was it?

solange noir said...

What year is yours? I've had 3 Subarus and I love them! No people don't rev you at the light, so they're shocked as hell when you leave them in my dust :) They do drive like a dream in bad weather, too.

How's your wall? Threes it always seems to be... stub your toe and get it over with?