Pardon me while I indulge in a little self-pity. History: My dad has a 1991 GEO Tracker that I've coveted for over ten years. I told him more than once to be sure to please let me have first dibs when he decided to sell. So he did. And Jane and I drove to southern IN yesterday so I could pick it up. Which I did.
I then proceeded to total it. Less than an hour after finally getting my hot little hands on the keys. I'm banged up, but not seriously. Moving rather slowly today. Dang, I hate when that happens.
ETA: Read Sister Jane's account here. ps. seatbelts really *do* save lives, like mine.