Two hours, yes TWO, after picking up my car from the dealership’s service department, I was horribly hit by yet another careless LA driver.. sent me spinning into the intersection, the entire rear bumper tore off and scattered debris around the crossing, and my gas tank leaked last week’s refill all over the scene. Gower and Franklin, officially the most dangerous intersection in Hollywood in my book… to think I had debated NOT going to the gym that late at night but motivated last minute… I could have been lazily snacking in front of the TV in self-deprecation instead of tearing up over my once again defaced little car. Now I await the adjuster’s call: earlier, words like ‘potential total’ and ‘unsalvageable’ peppered the conversation.
The only positive from this whole experience is that I have now tested BMW’s emergency response squad and the roadside assistance they trigger, which appeared five minutes after the crash unsolicited.
I hate LA driving.
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