Opinion : I don't know what year it is

Last week I had the unfortunate experience of walking out the door to see my car had been hit. An hour later, police report in hand, information exchanged I finally headed home.

A day or so later I'm looking at my police report only to see that I was driving a Land Rover, yippee for me! It sounds like a decent car and I hear they are expensive, but I figured that perhaps I'd better put a call in and say, umm...that isn't the right model.

So I call and talk to the nice gal at the station and tell her what I have is a '99 Lexus. So they make a note to pass along to the officer filling out the report. I know it was a computer glitch, It was having issues that day. The vin number and everything else was right, the computer just thought it would upgrade me.

A couple of days later I made contact with the insurance company to start a claim. I explain the discrepancy and explain that it's not a Land Rover that I'm driving but a '99 Lexus. The claim agent chuckles and makes a note and asks, "What model is it?"

Well, how would I know that? I simply get up every morning, put the key in and if it starts, we're good, who needs details?

I root through my glove box for the owner's manual to see what I have and I tell him the model number. "We don't have that model in a '99." Sheepishly I look at the registration which says that it's a 2002.

There are just too many details for me to remember. I'm doing good to remember where I park it most days let alone know what make, model AND year that it is.

So I tell the insurance guy that not only do I not drive a Land Rover, but I also do not drive a '99 Lexus. At least according to the paper in my glovebox.

I assume it's right. It's what the courthouse gave me. And honestly, I really don't care about the year. Again, as long as it gets me from Point A to Point B, I could care less.

Yes, that's how picky I am about cars. Although, I have to admit. At one point I owned a 2000 Ford Focus. I hated that thing, mostly because of other issues related to having it in my driveway, but right up there was the antenna. It looked like the car had an antenna coming out of its "forehead." I don't know why, but it looked dorky to me. So not only did I have a brand new car in my driveway that I didn't want it also had an antenna coming out of its forehead. Who designs these cars anyway?

So, for the moment, I now know that I have a 2002 Lexas. that's good news. It puts me in a new decade, hey even a new century! Why it should be good for another decade or so! Of course, I bet once I get the insurance estimate they are going to say, "Lady, this thing is too old to put that kind of money into it, we're going to junk it."

Now I'm not a tree hugger, and I only grudgingly recycle. But I've always had this thing about cars. I suppose I got it from my dad. I figure as long as it's still running, keep driving it. While living in the country, the deer has claimed enough cars so really, why give them something new to aim for is my theory.

So I'll follow through with the insurance on the blue car that I'm driving which I BELIEVE is a Lexus, and see what they say. I just hope no one asks again what make, model or year my car is. I'll give them this look that says, "Oh crap, I don't know, it's THAT one, I think..."