On October 19th, my Ruby was taken from me. She was taken from me by an old man who was unfamiliar with the “right of way” rule of driving. He was also apparently unfamiliar with the “Don’t Pull Out in Front of Someone” rule, but that’s a common sense rule that is not required to pass a driving exam, so I’ll forgive that one…

Anyway, it’s been almost eight weeks since my car has been in the shop, and I was supposed to get it yesterday. But the auto-body shop was slow-going with a few things so it looks like I’ll be getting it back sometime in the middle of next week.

It’s sad really. I barely even remember what my car feels like to drive. It will have been in the auto shop for about the same amount of time that I owned it between driving off the lot and getting hit. Somehow, that just doesn’t seem right…