On Monday I called the local body shop that had gone to look at my truck. They were to figure an estimate for repairs and send it to the other driver's insurance company, which would then take that as its appraisal.
My contact person at the body shop answered my call and said he'd been out to look at the truck.
"Didn't the insurance company call you?" he said.
No.
"Dude, it's totalled," the body shop guy said.
I immediately called the insurance company to touch base with the adjuster. He'd not seen any e-mails from the body shop nor the fax I'd sent before the weekend. So it ends up I have to tell the insurance company my truck is totalled. That was strange. He needed me to fax something, which I did later in the afternoon.
The days rolled by after Monday's update, and I got some time on Wednesday to borrow a pickup truck and go out to the towing company yard to clean out the truck. I had a lot of stuff in the cab, and I cleaned it out -- except for an Irish Tenors CD that is stuck in the CD player.
I even took the plates and the town sticker from the windshield (in VA, we have to have stickers to show we've paid taxes on the car to our local government). Now I can get a discount on a new sticker for a new car. The last thing I grabbed from the truck was the bedliner that Darla gave me as a gift. Then I snapped some more photos of the damage, which was greater than I remembered.
Thursday morning I was jarred when I covered a multi-vehicle fatal accident on another dangerous curve I frequently drive. The deceased crossed the center line into the path of a large truck.
Later in the day, I got an update from the insurance company. Basically, they're waiting for someone to tell them the value for my truck. Then I find out how much they'll give me for it. Hopefully it'll be a fair amount.
Posted by JRC at October 7, 2005 09:18 AM | TrackBack