Fast Fiction

So, the new car is great. I love it. I love just about everything about it.

It’s attractive.

It’s so damn attractive it compelled a couch to come off of some car ahead of me on the 5 north just past the 170 merge. There I was, second lane from the left and it was tumbling towards me. I couldn’t change lanes, as it was taking up part of the #3 and some other car was in #1. So I took it on the chin. Well, Dyna (what I named the car) took it on the passenger side fender. It’s not a serious blow, but will require more work that a bottle of rubbing compound.

I think I’m taking it well. After all, I’ve had the car only a scant month and I’ve already messed it up. But I’m grateful that I didn’t hit anyone else and that Brett (in the car with me) and I are fine. And the car was driveable.

But I have yet to go to the body shop and get the real news.

I’ve decided that the repairs will take an inordinate amount of time and I will have to live with the dent so I’m going to name it. Dyna, meet Dent, Arthur Dent.