About twelve hours after you are the not-at-fault party in a car crash, no matter how minor, you will start getting calls from attorneys, body shops, and “official accident centers” that just happen to be affiliated with a local chiropractor. About thirty-six hours after the fact, you’ll start getting mail from various interested parties.
Ten days after a cheerful harmonica player and recreational marijuana enthusiast bopped his Mazda2 into my Accord, I’ve yet to hear from Liberty Mutual, the insurance company of said fellow. Well, that’s the way of the free market, ain’t it?
This was a busy week for me in all respects. Click the jump for the six — count ’em! — articles that I published since coming home from Sebring on Monday night.
This week, I interviewed the owners of EXR in Las Vegas to find out how the “supercar experiences” out there can be saved. But the real traffic and interest from the readers came when I wrote about driving a slow car fast, and a fast car even faster. It’s worth noting that a LaFerrari owner contacted me to offer a caustic opinion on the speed at which a LaF can enter the Esses at Mid-Ohio. What can I say? If I’d guessed high somebody might have tried to match the number and gotten killed as a result.
For TTAC, I reviewed the AMG C63S, provided a long-term update on my Accord, and linked to a Scott Adams piece for the lulz. Finally, I asked the readers where they are prepared to save money on a new car.
Tomorrow, I’m going to attend my friend Nick’s funeral. I’m bringing a BMX bike. Nick had asked me a few weeks ago to try an indoor dirt-jump place, but I’d had to beg off because of travel. After we put the man in the ground, I’m going to pull on my gloves and go for a ride. Talk to you next week.