Ok Natalie this is for you.
Yesterday I did my cliffhanger thing and ended a post saying something really cool was in the works for today, and Natalie wasn’t too happy with me 😉
So when I went blind, I had this cute little 93 Honda Civic, white, moon roof, 5-speed, stereo with detachable face plate. I loved that car. Grandma had bought it for me when I was about 6 months sober, replacing my old 68 Chevy Impala, not the cool kind, the 4 door huge clunker kind.
My little Honda and I went everywhere together and I named her Serenity. I drove that car to Prescott and Phoenix and all over town. So when I went blind, one of the hardest things was not driving that car.
After I accepted that the blindness was permanent, I knew I needed to sell the car. The task was so daunting, as I didn’t want to run an add and have strangers showing up. Georgie looked up the blue book about this time last year, entering in that it would need tires and probably hoeses and such, since it was sitting. Blue book said it was worth $2,300. Grandma had bought it for $4000 in excellent condition.
So the maintenence guy told me he was interested in the car, and he wanted to give me $500 for it. Ha! Yeah, no. So I didn’t sell it to him.
B had driven it when his alternator died, and it was fine, then the battery died, but it was working for him until he got his alternator fixed.
Fast forward to now. I’ve decided to study braille at home now that I know grade 1, because I don’t like having someone else’s schedule be reliant upon mine when I’m having a bad day. So I was talking to Carin in email about how I want to buy a braille writer, and she did her investigatory thing, and found a guy selling his hardly used Perkins braille writer.
Then, B found a note on my car, someone saying she’s interested in the car if I’m selling it, she’ll buy it as is. So I call her and we make plans to meet today.
So that was the cliffhanger deal yesterday. I’m like, whoa! I had been emailing with the brailler guy and told him I wouldn’t be able to buy it until after Christmas, then it was looking like I might just sell the car today. I told her it had been sitting for awhile, she said she’s been saving up money to buy a car for her sister who just got out of a bad marriage, their aunt will help them put work into the car, and she has $700 cash. I’m like, cool. Easy peazy. I can buy that writer, a nice girl gets a car that needs some work, I’m done with the whole thing.
So she comes today with her sister and her mechanic neighbor guy. We’re all standing around, the guy opens the hood, the girls start screaming and running, the guys go OH MY GOD!! and I’m like what! What!! What is it!!??
Pack rat. Huge packrat. They said he looked up, eyes got huge and then he scurried off, leaving his mansion behind in my car.
Everyone is in shock, kinda nervously giggling. B is exclaiming that he’s never seen anything like it. The guy is going, man, thats a house!
He gets a stick and starts poking around and I could hear stuff falling. Falling falling, out of my car. He gets a majority of the crud away and takes a closer look.
Oh man, holy crap, oh geez, come on, oh no not the computer, oh man the clutch lines oooh not that part, damn rat you just had to eat the important stuff, oh where’s that rat I want to shoot him!
The girls are exclaiming, B is laughing, I’m laughing and I say, well, its definitely not worth blue book…
So basically the car is toast. He gets on the phone with another mechanic friend and the mechanic friend tells him to run away. He says donated cars with pack rat damage get ignored and left to rot. Mechanics won’t touch them. Dude here says yeah man, but she really needs this car.
He gets off the phone and tells us what we already knew. Car is toast. Not worth a penny. They still want it though. He says it’ll take a lot of money and a lot of time, but he can make it run again, whereas if I donate it, it’ll sit and rot.
My Serenity wasn’t meant to rot. So I gave them the car.
I was worried about what Grandma would say, so I agonized in calling her. I told her packrats ate the whole car, but they took it anyway. She says, you didn’t get anything for it? I say no. She says, yeah I didn’t think so. Phew. She wasn’t mad.
So, the braille writer will wait until Christmas, and I demolished the poor pack rat’s home. Well, I didn’t demolish it, dude did.
I feel totally fine with it. I thought I’d be sad, seeing it go, because it was kinda the last thing from the old sighted life. But I didn’t feel sad at all. I’m sad the rat killed it, but dude swore he can make it work someday. So hopefully she’ll ride again, and I’m trading her in for 4 legs and a tail 😉