Not a Good Week to Be My Car

... Or my bank account, for that matter. Last Friday I got stuck in the Trader Joe's parking lot with a bag of groceries (luckily only one frozen item) and Iris refusing to start. Got her towed to a shop and outfitted with a new main fuse, new starter, and replacements for some burnt out wiring, all to the tune of nearly $500.

Then today I was driving back from visiting Dad et al in Rio Vista. Somewhere along Highway 4, I saw something fly up into the air ahead of me, presumably out of someone else's car. I couldn't tell what it was, but figured it was just some litter, since it seemed to rise so high up into the air. It proved to be something fairly substantial, though, when it smashed into my windshield. Sigh.

Anyway, Iris took the injuries from it and will be getting a new windshield tomorrow, and I'm fine. Unfortunately I've got a high enough insurance deductible that I'll be paying for this, too. I just hope I've now worked through whatever bad "car-ma" I apparently had to work though.