Last night I was on Ashley Phosphate in North Charleston - the road I feared driving on most when I first moved here because of the ridiculous traffic. And I had my first major car accident. Some guy in a Porsche (see: douchebag) wanted to turn across traffic. He edged through two lanes that stopped and left space for him but didn't feel it was important to stop and have a look at the third lane before completing his turn. Well, I was in that lane and happened to crash into his passenger side at approximately 35 mph. His car sustained no damage that is beyond repair. Also he was going to a second car, so I guess it's not really a problem for his rich dumb ass and that would explain why he was laughing and dancing around like a moron while I was standing there crying and trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do. Luckily nobody was actually hurt in the accident and after much leaking of fluids, my car was towed away.
Anyway, his insurance company acknowledges that he is at fault, and will be taking care of the situation. I have been given a rental car - a 2009 Chevy Cobalt - until further notice, at the expense of Geico. The adjustor has not viewed my car yet - that will occur tomorrow after I get the rest of my belongings, which I forgot to pick up with the others today. However, I'm hearing from all sides - cop who wrote report, towing company, insurance company - that my car is 95% certain to be totaled. As much as she gave me trouble, I learned to love her. My dearest Civvie will be missed if indeed she must be destroyed.