Writing off and writing on
Writing off.
We are saying a slightly premature farewell to our beautiful-ugly 2007 Fiat Multipla. We have been talking about her retirement for the last year or so – health insurance for such a grand old lady becomes very expensive. The mechanic loves her, but our bank balance not so much.
Last month she was parked, minding her own business when some poor lady mistook the accelerator for a brake and smacked into the Fiat along with five other cars. The Fiat was shunted in her derriere and over a concrete barrier with damage to both ends. She was written off but still driveable. She came home.
My husband and I fondly reminisced about the many trips our family of six had taken in her. The kids breathed a sigh of relief that they wouldn’t have to been seen driving around in “the Fat, the ugliest car in Napier.”
Ten days ago, one son, running late for work, decided to test her high speed turning capacity at a roundabout. The poor old girl’s reflexes aren’t what they used to be, and her left front wheel strut buckled in protest, already damaged from her ignoble shunt earlier. She came to a dramatic halt, injured by yet another chunk of unyielding concrete, and that was that.
Written off twice in as many weeks.
RIP Fiat Multipla EEU608.
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