You get to the turn for your street (with 72 minutes to spare before guests begin arriving) and BANG! Literally, bang.


When the accident happened, I was flustered and frustrated. It happened in the middle of a busy road in Helena and I hated being so exposed. Plus, I had carefully planned for this party and it suddenly seemed it wouldn't happen. Thankfully, I knew Jemar was on his way home so I just had to call and get him to hurry and then wait. It turned out that it only took about 20 minutes to give our statements, get checked out by the ambulance (thanks Jemar) and finally for me to walk home. So, as you saw from the pictures, the party did commence and the accident just became a party story.
Since then, I've picked up the rental car and have entered the frustrating world of appraisers, insurance claims and purchasing cars. But more than anything else, I'm missing my car. Journey has been with me for four years and we've had tons of memories.
I've driven it to Destin, Florida twice. She's been in New Orleans enough times to be a temporary resident. She was with me as I drove back and forth between Helena and Cleveland almost on a daily basis. She's made the trip to Kansas City and Waukegan, IL countless times. Beyond the big trips though, the smaller memories are what I'll really miss. Jemar proposed to me as we sat in Journey at Rosedale Park under the Delta stars. Julie and I took her on a trip to the same park and drank champagne to celebrate the end of our first year of teaching. Countless memories happened in Journey, it makes me wonder what the next car will bring.
Would you miss your car if you lost it? Why?