The Honest Courtesan

Once the holidays were over, the adjuster got back in touch with me; Grace had found a body shop that would do the work (apparently some don’t like working on older cars), so I called them and we triangulated with the claims agent to be sure everything was lined up.  The shop carried rental cars, so unlike last time I was simply able to drop my car off and drive away in a rental.  Now all I need to worry about is if the total costs exceed the book value of my car, because the insurance company won’t go higher than that, so then I’d need to figure out what could be done for what they were willing to pay.  I hope it won’t come to that; its book value is still fairly high, but I have no idea how much body work costs these days (even though the damage is purely cosmetic).  And I’d like to be back in my own car at the earliest possible opportunity; driving this thing feels like trying to walk on numb feet, in that I feel kinda out of touch with the car and the road (I hope that makes sense; I can’t think of better words to describe the feeling).  And all these gizmos beeping at me and fighting me for control make me feel more like a passenger in an amusement ride rather than the driver of an auto.