So a little quick history before I tell my tale of woe. Done a few legs of HRPT off and on since 08 and then our first Long Haul was in 13. On the way home I looked at my wife and said "This was fun but I want an old car for next year." The new Challenger was fun but I still felt like I was missing a little bit of the flavor. She agreed and I bought a 63 Impala a few months later. I spent 9 months giving up my weekends, every minute of free time, and damned near every spare penny I had to build this car to Long Haul in 14. Didn't quite make the deadline. So 14 saw another LH in the modern muscle.
I told myself it was for the best since I would have an entire year to work all the bugs out and 15 would be the best experience ever.
This morning was sunny, temps were going to be in the high 50s and it was Friday. What a great day to drop my son off at school and then head to work in my hot rod. NOT!
Some 22 year old kid in a POS truck decided he would drive straight ahead while he looked out his side window.
I don't think there is a word in the English language that can describe my demeanor when I got out of the car and saw the damage. Livid...pissed....furious....none of those seem to quite sum it up. Of course the dumbass cranked it up about 80 billion notches when he looked at me and said "Dude, it's just a car"
Fortunately my son and I are OK. Will I get the car fixed in time to Long Haul this year? Will the insurance company declare it totaled? I have no idea. I'm sick to my stomach.
All that hard work and sacrifice right down the drain. The endless months of waiting and counting down to the one week a year I let my hair down and just enjoy the best vacation you can legally have- gone in the blink of an eye.
OK, rant over. Time to lay in bed and replay the whole thing over until I fall asleep.
I told myself it was for the best since I would have an entire year to work all the bugs out and 15 would be the best experience ever.
This morning was sunny, temps were going to be in the high 50s and it was Friday. What a great day to drop my son off at school and then head to work in my hot rod. NOT!
Some 22 year old kid in a POS truck decided he would drive straight ahead while he looked out his side window.
I don't think there is a word in the English language that can describe my demeanor when I got out of the car and saw the damage. Livid...pissed....furious....none of those seem to quite sum it up. Of course the dumbass cranked it up about 80 billion notches when he looked at me and said "Dude, it's just a car"
Fortunately my son and I are OK. Will I get the car fixed in time to Long Haul this year? Will the insurance company declare it totaled? I have no idea. I'm sick to my stomach.
All that hard work and sacrifice right down the drain. The endless months of waiting and counting down to the one week a year I let my hair down and just enjoy the best vacation you can legally have- gone in the blink of an eye.
OK, rant over. Time to lay in bed and replay the whole thing over until I fall asleep.
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