...went my car today, a very final sound.
While driving this afternoon, slowed way down to turn right...
And my car, a VERY large 1969 Plymouth Fury III convertible, gets punted about 10 feet, accompanied by a horrendous noise. Then dies & rolls to a stop around the corner I was turning.
My glasses are gone,
and since I'm blind as a bat without them, the first thing I have to do
is find them. I had the top down, so God knows where they went. Pry
myself out of the car and commence feeling around for them. Another
driver stops and offers to help, he finally finds my glasses in the back
seat. Now that I can see, here is what I find:
the trunk nor the passenger side door will open, and it's pretty clear
that the frame is tweaked. The hood opens, but with resistance and
groans, although the engine looks OK. The top, which had been down,
still closes but does not line up to latch properly, everything is
shifted towards the passenger side. It still drives so I got it home,
but it moans & groans and doesn't feel safe.
I think my car is toast. :(
girl who hit me was moving at a pretty good clip. Her car suffered
damage to it's right front and would not restart, so she had it towed. A
cop was driving by so he stopped and took a report, the girl did not
seem hurt at all. I was hurting but not enough to go to the hospital.
I've got mondo pain & pretty good bruising starting to develop all
up & down my left side...and my neck hurts, naturally.
Luckily I've got a spare car, a '75 Pontiac I picked up to use while the Plymouth was undergoing restoration. I was just
about ready to get the body work & paint done on the Plymouth,
maybe next month. Now I've got to wait & see what the body shop
says and see if the Plymouth is too broken to fix. And this after I
sank all that money and time into getting the engine rebuilt and a bunch
of other stuff fixed on it...
Bleah. And ouch.