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Big Doe vs. Mike’s Car

A de2004-mercedes-e500_01_c8ee7cf8dc0506149b3ec9837cf6455eer killed my car.

December 1 on a dark cold night on U. S. Highway 431, heading south in Russell County, Ala., just beyond the last lights of the highway until Eufaula, a large doe was in front of me just long enough to see her deliver the jolt that started it all. Much like the 80-mile-per-hour blowout I had on Interstate 16 a few years back, west of Augusta and much like the substantial row of breast-shaped concrete lane barriers I hit trying to shoehorn myself into the left lane way out on Macon Road, when the road turned in a place I didn’t expect, the car didn’t flinch when I hit her.

Did. Not. Flinch. Not a wiggle.

The air bags didn’t deploy, but man, she was screwed up. Three of the four seat belts locked down — damaged irreparably. Nothing structural, just expensive pieces and trim parts. Things like an $800 headlamp. Things like that. But she wasn’t wheezing. The big 5.0 liter V-8 Mercedes engine growled just like I like it. A well-heeled snarl like a concerned Golden Retriever would make. Something wonderful sounding. It is a sound I’ll never tire of hearing. The sound my dream car makes.

I’m at the point in my life with cancer where I often segment things based on the disease. I bought my 2004 Mercedes E500 B.C. (before cancer) in late 2007 from her first owner, with 48,000 miles on the odometer. Brilliant white paint, white leather interior, adjustable air ride and every single option you could get on the car back in 2004.  I still get a rush when I think about seeing my car for the first time. Guys, I know you can appreciate this. Jill thinks I’m an idiot. But this car — THIS car — this car, moved me. Still moves me, but not for long.

I live in Alabama and Alabama has a law, Section 32-8-87, in which it states that if your vehicle repair bill exceeds 75% of the actual value of the car, it must declared as salvage and deemed a total loss by your insurance carrier. I get the spirit of the law. You shouldn’t be allowed to get a shade tree body man to fix a car in such a way that it isn’t safe. That it is left mechanically flawed or that something could fall off of it and hurt someone on the road behind you. I get that.

What I don’t get — or don’t want to get, is that my car has been given the death penalty. She took me to Houston, Tex. to M. D. Anderson Cancer Center, to Duke University Hospital and to every one of my tests, procedures and surgeries during our cancer season. She’s hauled my family, my stuff, my dog, my friends and she has serenaded me with bodacious music from the Harmon-Kardon Premium Sound system. A big, thumping sub-woofer and the most crisp highs and mid-range sounds that I like. Because the car is 12 years old, I’ve had to settle for less than top-tier technology interfaces, but the timelessness of one of these cars has allowed time to pass without her showing her age at a glance.

Today, I am waiting for the call from my insurance carrier’s total loss department, during which I’ll be given the details of how they’ll write me a smaller-than-preferable check and I’ll tell them where and when they can come and pick up my car.

Shit.

 

January 29, 2016 | Tagged With: Alabama law, deer collision, Duke University Hospital, Harmon Kardon, Jill Tigner, kidney cancer, M. D. Anderson Cancer Center, Mercedes E500, Russell County Alabama, U. S. Highway 431, USAA| Filed Under: Uncategorized | 2 Comments

If Your Central Gateway Ain’t Happy, Ain’t Nobody Happy

We had a very, very long day yesterday on the return trip from Duke. We stopped in Greenville for lunch, which is almost exactly half way home. We were at a great little restaurant called The Bohemian Cafe. Really terrific sandwiches and an attached old-time record shop with thousands of vinyl albums and a smattering of CDs, too. After lunch we stopped at a gas station right across the street to fill up and that is where things went south.

As we pulled into the filling station, I felt a very noticeable bump and it seemed that my entire car just went flat. Gone was the leopard-like, perfectly-tuned, solid stance that makes our 2004 Mercedes E500 so much fun to drive. Instead, she felt listless and unstable, much like the busted up old man who was driving her. Sometimes these cars have a mind of their own, so we filled up the tank and restarted, hoping things would be back to normal for the remainder of the trip. Didn’t happen.

I pulled out my iPhone and used my favorite app, Poynt. We called a local Mercedes dealership and got David Knutti, the service manager on the phone. He suggested a couple of things that we might try to reset the car and those didn’t work. Thankfully, the dealership was only three miles up the road we were on, so we limped to the dealership and winced at each change of gears (up and down) when the car bumped like it was about to come apart.

I got out of the car first, and like my car, I limped over to the desk to greet David. I filled out some paperwork and David went over with my smart key to gather some information. Jill told me later that when he got into the car with her, she pulled the cancer card to try to garner some extra punch for our appeal to get back onto the road. It worked, because in a few minutes, David popped back into the waiting room and informed us that our central gateway was busted, that they had one in stock and for less than $500, including parts and labor, they could install it and get us back on the interstate. That was good news (except for the $500 part).

He told us that the central gateway is about a 4″ square box that handles the plethora of electrical communications between the brakes, engine, transmission, traction system and suspension. So, when it went out, the entire car felt listless and disconnected. My car has 175,000 miles on it. Technically, she is well-cared-for teenager in terms of how long these cars can run, but with us being on the road so much, I want her to run right every time we crank her up. If this breakdown had happened out in the middle of nowhere, we would have been alright, but the day would even have been longer. Thanks to David, we were in and out of the dealership in under two hours.

The other piece of good news, is that while we were waiting, we got a call from someone I’m going to get to know very well over the next few months. Cindy Simonson, Dr. Michael Morse’s nurse practitioner in the HD-IL2 program, called and told us that they had made room for us to begin the therapy on Labor Day, instead of the following day. So, we’ll be leaving again on Sunday for the 1,150-mile roundtrip to Duke University Hospital to begin the ugly next chapter of this cancer journey.

The Monday start will likely have us coming back home next Saturday to begin the recovery process in advance of the return on Monday, September 17 for the B part of round one. This weekend, we’ll be gathering newly purchased extra-fat clothes to accomodate my dramatic first-round weight gain. I’m expected to gain 20-40 pounds of water weight during that first week of therapy. The weight will drop off pretty quickly, but I’ve got to take some big boy clothes to travel home in. The other things we’ll be taking are lotions, movies and TV shows on DVDs, a few pictures of our family to inspire me and a load of my dad’s semi-world-famous peanut brittle to share with our Duke family of  healthcare professionals. I had actually already built of a stash of brittle in my office to take with us. I heard on Facebook that our office peanut brittle thief, Marquette McKnight, has very slightly diminished that stash in an afternoon sugar fix fit.

We appreciate all the notes of encouragement! Jill and I read the posts together at night as we put on our armor for the next day of battle. Going into this next phase of treatment girded by all the support from our friends and family is exactly what we need.

August 30, 2012 | Tagged With: central gateway, Cindy Simonson, David Knotti, Dr. MIchael Morse, Duke University Hospital, facebook, Greenville SC, HD IL2, Jill Tigner, John Venable, Marquette McKnight, Mercedes E500, peanut brittle, Poynt, The Bohemian Cafe| Filed Under: kidney cancer | 13 Comments

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