Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow....

So last week we went on a road trip to clean the stuff out of the truck. Regular readers will remember this from last month. We got official word that the truck was a write off. (Basically the repair bill was almost $10,000 more than what we are getting from the insurance company for the value. But on a positive note we are getting almost $6,000 more than we thought we would. But on a negative note we still owe the loan place more than $12,000 than what we are getting. Sigh. (Same thing happened the first time in June 2005 -- we got $6,000 less for the first truck than what we owed the same loan place. The repair bill on the first truck was the same as the value, and she had a twisted frame as well, so that wrote her off.)

So I knit, of course. Hubs did the driving. I finished the first sock for the Oldest One. Once that was finished I started a scarf for me and knit til it got dark, and I couldn't see. I stopped knitting as I didn't want to get home and find I had to rip back a bunch.

We stopped here. Hubs delivers here on a regular basis. This is my new favorite store. Too bad it's 2.5 hours away. I guess there is a closer one in the city, but I was told it isn't as good. Before school starts in September I plan on making a weekend getaway up there so I can get the boys some school clothes and find some other fun things to do, too. The manager was there, talking to Hubs. He didn't know Hubs was the one in the accident that had happened just a few kilometres from the store.

Then it was almost lunchtime when we left there, so we went here.

It was Whopper Wednesday, and I loves me a Whopper now and again.

Then we took a drive to the accident scene, three weeks after the fact. So this was how our truck sat for a few days before they actually got around to taking it out of the ditch.

The ruts from the truck entering the ditch were still there, as was a piece of the drivers side steps, one of our back tires, one of the van tires, and some other part that looked exhaust-like from the van.

It's probably hard to see since the pictures is small, but that's our tire on the left, and to the far right is a van tire. In between the two someone put a cross.

The man who died was an avid hockey fan and coached a kids hockey team. I wondered if it was the team he coached, friends, or family who put this up...

So after getting directions a couple of times we found the place where the truck had been taken. I didn't wear my boots, and my sneakers are getting in rough shape, so you know this was located in a muddy, slushy hole. My feet were soaked and freezing by the time we were done. (They'd duct-taped the company's logo while the truck was still at the scene.)

Hard to believe in looking at her that she had almost $40,000 worth of damage, and that's not including what may have cropped up once she was being driven again. No good fixing something with a twisted frame. Both fuel tanks were dented up pretty good, but neither ruptured. There wasn't much fuel in them. The poor thing was nothing but a mess of mud, grass, twigs, and rocks. I had to get in the passenger side since there were no steps left on the drivers side. And in order to do that I had to kick the mud and rocks off the steps.

So now we are shopping for a replacement truck. The place we have our loan at has monthly board meetings, so we're waiting for that on the 18th. When the first accident happened someone else was in charge down there, but he retired. First time around he just signed off on the insurance cheque and let us go find another truck. The person in charge down there now says no, that's not the "proper" way to do it and wants us to wait til meeting night. That makes it hard cuz by the time they have the meeting any truck(s) we are looking at could be gone.

Anyhoo, must go try and get some knitting done. I'd been hoping to have those green socks finished by now, but my knitting time seems to have been severely reduced lately.

Happy knitting!