I have to say, once I got my damaged vehicle into the hands of my local dealer/shop, it was pretty smooth sailing. My service department advisor W is my dude– he is the epitome of customer service. I’ve been going to him for years, so thankfully, he hooked me up with the exact collision estimator who in turn, sent my car to the right repair crew. Damn, no where else is “who you work with matters” better exemplified. The estimator took over to work out the claims/payments directly with my insurance. Then, the repair guy gave me an update at least 2x/week. I never had to ride ass, check in, do anything. It was like clockwork. And in this day and age? What a fucking rarity. Seriously.

After about three weeks, I got my whip back, and holy crap, it is as good as new. I mean, this was $20k worth of work, and I could not see a single imperfection. I tell you, good people who conduct their work with pride… it gets me every damn time. So yes, I wrote glowing reviews on multiple platforms, bc that is the LEAST you can do as someone who receives stellar service.

So thankfully, I was able to return the rental car and I am back to full efficiency, with my trunk stocked just right with my real estate signs, tools, junk. And all my addresses loaded up in the GPS/navigation system. I know, doesn’t sound like a big deal, but hello, newsflash: I’m old. I’m set in my ways. I don’t deal well with change.

In the end, the take home is: thank goodness, there were no injuries, and I’m super grateful that both drivers had insurance. Onward.