I’m sorry I haven’t been blogging for the past two weeks. I’m very sorry, in fact. My daughter was in a serious automobile accident. A woman in a Ford Explorer ran a red light and smashed into the driver’s side of her car. The intersection had a red light camera; the light had been red for 23 seconds before she went through it! My daughter lost consciousness. When she woke up, people were crowded around her, and a nurse, who had been right behind her, was trying to stop the bleeding. She had to be cut out of her car, and was rushed to a nearby hospital’s Acute Trauma Unit.
My daughter survived, thank God—and thanks to the outstanding medical care she received from that nurse, from the EMTs, and from the doctors and nurses in the Trauma Unit. Thanks, too, to Mazda engineers, who designed a car that protected the passenger compartment. Her wonderful, bright green Mazda 626, about which I rhapsodized some time ago, did not fare so well, as these pictures attest.
We’ve begin looking for another car, and have come face to face with the consequences of one of the Obama Administration’s dumber policies. It’s hard to find an older car for sale that hasn’t been wrecked. Those that are for sale tend to be expensive, going for far above blue book value. Why?
Cash for Clunkers, I suspect. It pulled a lot of older cars out of the market. Those remaining command higher prices. It’s supply and demand.
Who does that hurt? Young people and poor people, most of whom probably supported Obama. Oh, yes—and frugal people, like me. But Obama has no chance with us anyway.