I always swore I'd never become one of those people who names their car and attributes personality to them. "It's a box on wheels" I said, "It's just a vehicle!" I said.

-sigh-

It's weird what we get attached to though, isn't it?

Well here it is. Yesterday, my loyal and fun little Volkswagen Beetle, which my sister and I affectionately called Charlie the Chillmobile, has died. I was on a roundabout and some jackass in a BMW decided to shoot out of his lane in our direction while we had right of way, smashing into the side of the car, killing Charlie.

To make it worse, they tried driving off, but they ended up doing too much damage to themselves to do so. Still, we've got the insurance info, and it's been confirmed Mr BMW was at fault, so his insurance will pay me, and I don't have to claim from mine.

Still, it's pretty depressing. I've had Charlie for a year and a half, and I wasn't planning on getting rid of it any time soon. It was my first car, so I'm somewhat attached. Don't know what kind of car I'll get next, but it'll have to be soon. It's almost certainly going to cost more to get a new car than the insurance payout too, ugh...

In any case, thought I'd make this little tribute to Charlie. Not sure if I'll make a 'finished' version.

So long, buddy...