This afternoon we were on our way to go for a hike and a quick visit to Octoberfest at Bear Mountain when a few blocks from the house, a man ran a red light, hit us directly on my side of my door. He tried to flee, scraping the whole length of my car, lost control of this vehicle and drove directly into a nearby house at a high rate of speed. Joel and I are okay. We were wearing seat belts, moving slowly through a green light. My head hit the window beside me, but I don't even have a bump. The other man is okay. No one in the house was injured, and their house is still structurally sound. None of the kids playing nearby on the sidewalk were injured.
Unfortunately for me, my car is completely totalled. The other driver is an undocumented immigrant, with no license, no insurance, no ID of any kind on him, and as of yet, no proof of ownership of the car, which has Tennesse plates. Ironically, I worked for months on a piece about illegal immigrant drivers, and I know I have very little recourse or likelihood of ever getting compensated.
I'm not angry, all I can think about is how this man will almost certainly be deported, about the desperate situation his family must be in now. Joel says "Fuck the other guy!" and says he's "feeling Republican today." He just pretended to be an elephant. It was funny.
What this means for me is that my parents are helping me to get into a safe, new, four-wheel drive vehicle. No more Nannymobile, no more Toyota with an attitude problem, just high no interest debt to my parents. It could be worse. I am going to crawl back under the covers now.