R.I.P. Escort

It's official: my Ford Escort is dead.  I killed it.

I didn't mean to, of course.  I was out and about on a bright sunny day, and whammo!  I hit another car at an intersection.  Didn't see the oncoming white car for the glare.  Thankfully nobody was hurt (although the airbag did beat me up a bit).

The damage to my car didn't appear to be all that bad, except that the airbags deployed.  Since repacking them is apparently a costly situation, the car was totalled.  Time to go car shopping!

I'll admit, my old Ford and I didn't always have a happy relationship- I had it for 12 years, after all.  That's a lot of miles (and  lot of repairs!).  Still, there's something about a car that you've had so long that the driver's seat has a butt print that exactly fits you.  I suppose I'll miss it.

But not for long.  :)