(Fiona – January 2017 – Daytona, FL)
Fiona, the 2008 VW Passat Komfort 2.0T, came in to my life in March of 2012 from the trade of my 2006 VW Jetta 2.5T.
She was subtle. Sleek. Sexy. Unassuming.
She was, to me, trick.
I love the brand. I’m a full on VW Kool-Aid drinker.
I’m not gonna lie.
German engineering got me like…. #fahrvergnügn ❤
Those that embrace german engineering will understand this love affair and I need not explain further.
If you need an explanation you either don’t know me, don’t know the beauty of german engineering or both…
At this time, feel free to move along and abandon this post…
Unless of course…you love me and my style of writing…in which case….
….grab a snazzy glass of red, sit back and read away…Thank you for your support 🙂
I’m about to get emotional because something inconceivable has recently happened (insert broken hearted emoji here)
I loved my Passat in a very unhealthy way.
And I admit it.
She represented so many things to me:
- Success: I paid her off on time and within terms
- Freedom: She took me places; moved me countless times (whether I was prepared or not)
- Saved me: She was a vessel to remove me from unhealthy situations and relationships
- Ownership: She was paid off this year in May 2017 and still beautiful and pristine; and true to the Dave Ramsey model, we had another few years together at least…me saving money and driving a car that made me happy…
…a drunk driver made a decision for me while I was sleeping, snug as a bug with my sweetie, in the early morning hours of 19 August 2017.
I rolled over.
It was 4ish A.M.
“Why is your light still on?” I said to him.
The light went out.
I felt him looking for my foot.
He asked me where it was.
Did I answer?
I can’t remember.
But the crash!
That awful, crunching, shrieking sound of metal and then screetching tires….
I thought to myself… “WOW!!! That sounded terrible, I hope whoever that is, that they are ok”.
And then the doorbell rang….and rang again….and again….
I sat straight up in bed.
Was it my imagination???
Am I hearing things?
There it is again! The doorbell.
….nothing good ever happens at 4:21 am.
My heart is racing…
…and the dog and the man are snoring like all get out….
HELLO!!!! WAKE THE EFF UP!!!
I push him.
“Baby, someone is at the door! Something is wrong!”
Now there is pounding on the door along with the doorbell being rung.
Hey! That ish happens here in Florida…I’m playing it safe….
…pulling out the gun box…and trying to wake up the man…
Load the gun…
There are people standing around Fiona…
…and my man says…babe….we have a problem and the neighbors are trying to get your attention.
On this night, someone took my life, my livelihood and my finances in his hands…
He decided to drive drunk.
And that decision caused damage.
Not only did he make a decision to take his own life in his hands, he jeopardized the property of others and the safety of those who were also out on the road at the same time.
He must have been in a terrible place emotionally. That makes me so sad.
His choice to drive intoxicated destroyed federal property and totaled my car.
Thankfully, as far as I know, no one was physically injured or killed.
This is a true blessing!
God is GOOD!!!
It took a couple of hours before the police showed up.
It was agonizing.
My mind was racing, playing over worst case scenarios. Looking at my now seriously banged up VW.
Shattered glass littering my driveway.
My beautiful, lush green hedges, taken out from the root and now displaying a big gaping hole.
My mind just keeps reminding me that I’ve just lost my ability to earn a living (up until that moment I was a full time Uber driver waiting for my new position to start at a local company) for the next two weeks before my new job was to start.
I was forced in to an unpaid four week vacation.
I was sick to my stomach to be back in a car payment.
And I was emotional at losing my Fiona.
My trusty steed.
My Fahrvergnügn ❤
I felt anger. Fear. Anxiety. Sadness.
Anger, again…..and again….and again.
And then ultimately, acceptance.
Me and the man were able to get in front of the process, get prepared and ultimately, I purchased a reliable and solid replacement.
Stay tuned, because I’ll do a blog on the new whip…when the time is right.
Back to the night in question….
My neighbors were nothing short of AMAZING!
They hung out with us for several hours; not only waiting for the police to arrive to give their testimony, but long after the police left. A few went out in search of the truck that hit my car (the neighbor 3 doors down actually witnessed the hit and run but because it was so dark and there was no way to read the plate) to see if perhaps he abandoned the vehicle in a nearby plaza or church parking lot.
No such luck.
It was a painful weekend, hoping and praying that the person who did this would come forward and take accountability so the financial outlay was as minimal as possible to me and also wishing upon all wishes that my car was repairable.
She was towed out on Monday to the appraiser….
….and official word of being totaled was delivered a couple days later on Wednesday.
My insurance company was fantastic. I encourage you to let Esurance quote you next time you are up for renewal. They are a division of Allstate. Totally reputable and they took damn good care of me!
The settlement was offered and 80% was immediately deposited in to my account.
I sent loss paperwork and remainder was released.
This all took place in less then two weeks.
And with the help of family, I purchased another car.
It’s not a VW…I couldn’t afford one this time….
…but the new girl, she’s a trusty whip and I’m hoping that she will be low maintenance and be with me a long time.
The one amazing thing I can take away from this whole experience is this….
…a car is just a car.
It doesn’t care if I’m happy or sad.
Healthy or sick.
Late for work or stuck in traffic.
The car is unfeeling.
It’s a tool.
A vessel to get me from point A to point B.
As long as I do the maintenance, the car should perform. Occasionally, it will require additional work.
But all it is, all it ever will be, is a tool.
It’s not status. It’s not love. It’s not my identity.
It’s four wheels on a rolling chassis.
I just pray that every night, when I get home from work and park her in my driveway, every vehicle that drives by is operated by a sober and alert driver.
I don’t think that’s too much to ask 🙂
Please, if you have been drinking, feel like you have had too much to drink, know you have had too much to drink or question your ability to get home safely after being out and drinking….
It will be so much safer for EVERYONE!
Until next time….
Love, Jeni ❤