A couple years ago, we lost out entire kitchen to a plumbing problem. Since then, we’ve had two near misses. The laundry room under-floor will never be the same, but we can pretend all is well. Then there’s the leak that’s been going on long enough it has been supporting its own ecosystem. Our plumbing is crap.
It came down to this: we would never sleep well at night until we tore out the horrible plumbing in our home and replaced it with not-horrible plumbing. Money has been tight, but we agreed that it was worth spending some cash to end the ongoing risk of catastrophic and expensive plumbing failures. It took all our immediate savings and some sale of fruit-flavored stock, but after a week of what might otherwise have been a relaxing time off work, the plumbing crew was mostly finished. A stressful week, but one that promised peace of mind on the other side.
There were a couple of hitches, so on Tuesday the plumbing company sent a guy out to fix them. Our wee doggie has not dealt well with any of the plumbing intruders, but as I got into the car Tuesday morning I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. We had better pipes. The endless worries about losing months of our lives to home repair were soon to end.
It was raining Tuesday; that’s why I drove. That’s why the roads were slick. That’s why the kid in the Corolla slammed into me.
I’m not hurt. Roxy, the 2001 Ford Escort, is mortally wounded. Roxy has only 40,412 miles on her, which means There are simply no comparable vehicles out there. And there’s the bitch of the thing. The actuarial tables State Farm uses will not yield a number that comes remotely close to the replacement value. We could have ridden that car for another decade easily. The thing just plain did its job.
So now the showdown begins. State Farm will offer us money for our car. That money won’t be enough. Our position: make it like it never happened. Put a car in our garage that fills the same role. It’s not about money. Their position: We’re buying your wrecked car for a fair amount.
Meanwhile, we just gave all our spare cash (and a little more) to plumbers. We’re not ready to take on car payments.
I know, as I bitch about the ill fortune that has beset me, that a lot of people have it worse than I do. Most of planet Earth, in fact. People in camps near where I live would scoff at my problems. But a twenty-year-old kid driving like twenty-year-old kids do has put us in a serious financial bind, and honestly I don’t see the right answer.
I had the same car problem back in 2009 when an idiot, and I can use no other word, bitch ran a red light while talking on her cellphone and totaled my 2000 Subaru with 45K miles on it. You are basically fucked, you will never get a car comparable to the one you had. I ended up getting another Suby of the same year, but it had 80K on it which is a low mileage car for something 9 years old. And you really have no recourse.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
I whole-heartedly commiserate. Insurance has always been about value rather than replacing that which was lost. Like you, I don’t have an answer. It just totally sucks the 20 yo took a thing, i.e. a reliable, paid for tool, but the insurance company feels the kid took a $2000 pile of tens and twenties. You can’t drive a pile of money.
That sums it up perfectly.