So, I realized that I haven't posted about my recent transportation situation. I used to drive a 94 Chevy Blazer, but that has finally been put out of commission about two weeks ago, since it's transmission decided to totall give up on life. Since then, I've been driving or being driven by my parents' diesel trucks. This past week, I've been cruising in my mom's Ford 350. So today, after class, a friend and I decide to go around some dealerships for a new car. My dad laid out some "guidelines".
-Must be of GM make (Buick, Pontiac, Chevy, GMC)
-Must be new, because he has a 4k credit towards new 09 and 10 vehicles
-If it is a car, it must have front wheel drive. (No cars; too small to haul anything in them, let alone me.)
Of course, anything luxurious or fancy will be out of the question, which I don't really want anyway.
So today, my friend and I are driving down in the Ford 350. On the way, a small Ford Probe stops very suddenly to make a left turn. I stop very quickly, and I hear wheels screeching, and think, "Those can't be my tires, can th-"
WHAM!
We get rear-ended hard. We both pull over into the next street on the right, and we both get out. The other dude's ride is FUCKED. It was a GMC Yukon Denali XL, very fancy. His entire front end was smashed in, and leaking coolant. Because the 350's bumper is so high, when he braked his front end dipped quite a bit, and he got his front right under my bumper, thus WRECKING his ride. The status of my diesel? Bumper is slightly crooked. Oh, and some rust got knocked off. Just a little.
I felt so bad for the dude. We were both very friendly to each other, had no problems. He recognized that it was his fault, and we got along just fine. He was going to pickup a four-wheeler from a shop, which he was going to take down to southern Illinois and go hunting with his son. Not anymore. Plus, it turns out he was gonna get screwed for the repair job on his four-wheeler. AND, his car had JUST got out of the shop two weeks ago for a job on his radiator or something. He was having a really bad day. Then the cop took forever to get there, and took even longer to sort things out. Plus, he was an Elgin cop, who have a reputation for being sour. The guy who just had his fancy ride smashed was in a better mood; he even tried to make a joke or two the officer.
So after about an hour of waiting, the other guy gets a ticket (what a terrible day) give us both paperwork to fill out, and we go on our way, the other guy in the passenger seat of a tow truck.
We hit up two dealerships, a Chevy, and a Pontiac/Buick/GMC. At the latter, we see quite a few Denali's, and I thought, "You know, when they're not getting wrecked by a 350, they actually seem like nice cars." So I find a 07 6.2L (BIG freakin engine) Denali XL, and take it out for a spin. This car that just got wrecked had just about everything inside of it, and cost about 60-70K.
*jawdrop*
I don't plan on getting it for another forty years or so, but I really wished that the other dude could have picked a worse car to rear-end a monster.

Oh, and we're all fine by the way. >>
-Ryu