Ford Flex Bliss

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It's kind of like the wienie dog of Smart Cars.

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It's kind of like when someone breaks their leg and then they have to tell the story of how it happened at million times. It get's very old. I'm tired of telling this story but here it is once more.

The setting: Residential neighborhood.
I slow down looking for a place to park at my friend's house. I stop. I turn left into her driveway. (Excuse me, I attempt to turn left into her driveway.) A 16 year old kid in a Jeep Cherokee passes me on the left and smashes into me. The cops come. No, I did not signal. (Break lights should have been a signal, yes?) He is sited. His horrible insurance company (and yes, I will name names) State Farm says that we are both at fault and they will not be covering the damages. Here is a statement in their letter to me: "You did not have your left turn signal on and the driver behind you had no idea that you were going to make a left turn. Our insured could have stopped and waited but you were stopped and he did not know what you were doing since you did not have a left turn signal on." Hmmm....I think she failed to mention that my signal was not on. Never-the-less it's a ridiculous statement. She is saying that if you are in a residential neighborhood and the person in front of you slows down or stops you can pass them because they don't have their signal on. What if I had stopped for a child who had run into the street after a ball?

Meanwhile my insurance is handling the claim and it has not gone into arbitration.

My van went in for repairs today and I get to drive a rental car. I love it! There is just something about driving a brand new car that changes your perspective and makes you smile. No Kool-aid stains on the floor. Leather seats and key-less entry!!  And I keep saying, "Cool!! This car does that?!" We are feeling very spoiled and I'm afraid it's going to really hard to go back to the old Dodge Grand after driving this thing around. Now we're inventing errands to run and hubby and I fight over who get's to haul the kids around from place to place! No more games of Rock Paper Scissors?

Dearest Mr. repairman, Please take your time. Our rental car is really strange looking but since it's what on the inside that counts - we kind of don't want the old one back. Sincerely