Car Wars Episode III

Last night on the way back from MDC Ains, Whitley and I were rather unpleasantly rear-ended by a hit-and-run driver in a little red sportscar. My battle-scarred Subaru, currently just short of 100,000 miles, has more scratches to the bumper now—but they’re nothing like the mashed-up front end on the perpetrator’s vehicle. Don’t think the coppers will have any trouble finding him with that tell-tale hood crumple and the clear view of the plate and driver we got, since he had to sit for a moment right next to us, waiting for traffic, before making his screeching getaway.

Now this afternoon we all get to visit the incomparable Dr. Fox to get our necks and backs realigned. Sheesh.