As many of you might know, I own several older, vintage vehicles. One being a '66 Skylark, and the other being a '73 Electra (link). Both very nice rides, and the Electra was my pride and joy. It was all original, and in pretty good shape. No dings, no damage, and it ran like a champ. Had a 455 Buick big block that I rebuilt (Second time now) over the course of the last 3 months. It's been a wonderful car.

So I got it running for the first time after three months working on it last night, and I took it for a test drive. My mate and I have been anxiously waiting for the car to be back up and running,..because of the financial troubles we've had, I've had to put the car on the backburner over and over, and it was often very depressing for both of us. But last night I got it running, I wish I would have posted a video...it sounded so beastly and mean, just the way I wanted it. Drove it, and for the first time ever, it was flawless. The car pulled so well, and drove like it was new. It felt so surreal, and I was for the first time in a long, long time, really happy. I was giggling like a school girl testing it and flooring it at a few red lights. It was hella fast, the definition of a true sleeper. The car drove so well, then about 30 minutes into my driving, I decided I should head back, and drove back home. I wasn't even a block away from my house when I went through an intersection, and suddenly I saw lights on my driver's side out of no where, and next thing I knew, the car and I was flying in circles car lengths away from the collision.

When I had saw the lights, a split second before it hit me (I swear the guy sped up, and his light was red for at least a good 3-4 seconds), I punched it, and I floored the car, hoping to avoid the hit. Luckily, because of this, the car barely missed my driver side door and hit the driver side passenger door, and my quarter panel. Keep in mind, my car is 4.8-4.9k pounds, nearly five thousand pounds...his car was a small 07 Suzuki XL-7, tiny little car. With how fast he was going, he sent my car about 40 feet away. I swear he was speeding. It was devastating, and it really shook me. I was so upset that I got hit after just getting it running, I didn't realize I had a concussion, and that my arm had been slammed into the door. I then checked on the guy, who's car was completely demolished, and he fucking threatened to hit me and yelled at me claiming I ran the red light. Like, what the flying fucking fuck. I wanted to fucking kill this guy, but I checked on him anyway. Mother fucker.

I was so angry I just walked away...I wanted to gut this guy...he destroyed something my mate and I worked so hard on for so long and didn't give a fuck. He was some rich wise guy who treated me like scum, even though the like 4-5 people there witnessed him run a red light and hit me...

Anyway, we ended up fucking up the entire intersection, mostly with the debris of his piece of shit car...Paramedics came, Fire department came, then the police came. It was a bloody mess...then I was taken to the ER, and turned out the giant gapping bump on my head was because I hit my head hella hard on the windshield pillar, and it gave me a small concussion (I have a hard head, lucky for me it wasn't worse, that thing is solid steel), and apparently it fucked up my left lung a little when my shoulder and arm slammed into the door...so I need to go back for a checkup.

The police had someone tow my car away to some yard without me knowing until the guy showed up...I didn't realize they would charge $200 plus $40 for each day it's there...so now I'm stressing fucking hard. But the back door and quarter panel are busted, and my rear axle is probably bent from the impact...he hit me so hard my tire completely popped off my rim, and I have big ass tires for my car. Not counting how heavy the car is...

It's looking like the guy's insurance will cover me...but the car will more than likely be totalled out with how old it is...and I'm completely devastated to be honest. For the last week and a half, I've been taking care of my mate because she was extremely ill and sick, and then this happens. I'm extremely upset and stressed, and I want my car back so badly...I know it sounds so silly to be so upset over such a materialistic object, but when you pour your blood, sweat, tears, emotion, and passion into something for so long, then see it just...disappear like the flick of a switch, it hits you like a freight train. I'm for the most part okay, just really badly bruised up, and my lungs hurt sometimes, not mentioning the big ass knot on my forehead and the migraines that come with it x.x

I will be putting up a GoFundMe in hopes I can raise enough money to pay for and salvage my car...it's been the most reliable, fun, and important car I've ever had. I cannot express how much we both want it back. My mate and I have both shed a lot of tears over that giant chunk of metal, and it's just so sentimental. So many good things happened with that car...like when I proposed to my mate with it out in the mountains after sunset. We just want that rustbucket back...

If you'd like to donate to help me get back my car, please stay tuned. I'll have photos, a page, and details on what happened posted very soon...I'm just shaken and sick right now. I just wanted you guys to know...it's just another cog in my life's wheel of misfortune.

I hope you guys are having a better day than I am...love you guys always. I'm sorry I haven't been active the last week.

UPDATE: I was able to get ahold of one of the witnesses and got their statement that they also gave to the cops at the scene (The guy's insurance company didn't even try to get his statement). He was stopped at the red light in the next lane over from the guy's car, and he saw the guy run clear through the red light with no hesitation right past him. The insurance claims adjuster is also inspecting the car tomorrow morning, and I should get a value on that, and I'll be putting together the amount of receipts I have for the car showing how much money I've put into it. I hope I can get my baby back...