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Well, not really; but it's still sad to say good bye.

I was in an automobile accident this weekend.  I'm okay, but my poor little Rav4 isn't.

I was heading to the Beaverton farmer's market this past Saturday and I was so excited since I hadn't gone at all this year. I told Juan that I didn't want to bring Romina with me since I didn't want to struggle with a stroller and a couple of shopping bags full of produce.  In addition, street parking by the market is a nightmare and the Rav4, being a short wheel base, is just so slick to get in and out of tight spots. 

But most importantly, we had the rear facing car seat in this car and I was just so glad I dindn't even needed to bring Mimi or she would have been seriously injured with all the impact and glass everywhere.  I just shudder at the thought!

Besides, it just really annoys me to no end that some families decide to make a full outing to the farmer's market.  I don't mean to be a hater, but now that I have my own child, I so will not bring her to a place where some people actually do some serious shopping (moi included), and I take my produce shopping seriously!  So people, if you want to bring your yacht of a stroller to the tight packed farmer's market and expect every other person to make way for you, well you won't be getting it from me!

I digress. 

Anyway, so I was just less than 3 miles from the market and at 8:15 on Saturday morning, traffic on Canyon Road was kinda slow; I thought "Hmm...weird".  When I was crossing Cedar Hills I noticed that a cop was directing traffic from Farmington Road onto Canyon, which again I thought odd.

When I stole a glance at the cop directing traffic and returned my gaze ahead of me, the mini van in front abruptly came to a stop; so I was forced to step on my brakes.  I will admit I was following a little closely, but I just really wanted to get to the market already.  Before I knew it I was rammed from behind and all I heard was glass shattering and a hard slam.

Long story short, a Ford Ranger rear ended me which caused my entire rear windshield to shatter, damaged the entire back gate and my feelings and pride wounded.  The kicker:  the guy who hit me works for an auto body shop.  I drove home that morning without going to the market and just a little bit more sad because my car's so damaged.

Said body shop assessed the damage today and considered the car totaled (wihch Juan and I already knew going into this), so we now need to purchase another vehicle.

So I'm just sad that we now have to say good bye to a good little car that served us so well these past 8 years or so.  It took us to California and back, El Paso Texas and back, North Central Washington and back, Idaho and back, and hundreds of trips to the Tri Cities Washington.  It was a good car and I hope it gets recycled well.