Long before I was abducted from Germany and kept in the USA against my will, I knew being in the USA would do nothing but visit catastrophe on me. My ESP was correct; the beginning of my disability was before the age of 18 when the driver of a GTO was playing with his rearview mirror instead of watching the road. "Daddy" , being an ignorant control freak, settled a matter which left me with constant ligraine headaches and arthitic spurring and disc degeneration in my neck by the age of 25.
When I was 19 years old, I was staying at a friend's house in the Watchung Mountains (New Jersey USA), nowhere near my Thunderbird which was parked in front of my abductresses house.
I came "home", so to speak, to a car with the front end crushed from the top down. The next door neighbors identified the culprit, so I knocked on his door. He gave some story that he was coming down the hill and his car became airborne. Actually, I think he was towing withou a license and misjudged grossly where to place the towed car on the old winch & hooks trucks. I never parked there again/
In 1972 I had loaned my VW "Bug" to a friend who chose to shortcut a traffic light, ending up in an accident which broke her arm, left her with some facial stitches and minus a few teeth. Thankfully, their baby son had been dropped at the sitter's and her husband, as passenger, was unhurt. But the car was totalled. The Ouija board had kept going "accident, accident", but did not define who or where. I said to my partner "Maybe it means "accent", at least I hope so. But my partner and I were so close at the time, the channeled energy in the universe was dead on right.
In 1974, my then-fiance and now long my ex-husband, "bought" (he hadn't paid for it) from a friend a Pontiac Firebird. I was in the bedroom of the pseudo parental home when I heard the crash. I turned to the female parental unit and said "That"s my car." Her reply was as usual when it came to me. "No, it can't be."
I walked out to find the Firebird up on the lawn of the pseudo-parental abode with not a straight line or pane of unbroken glass. The driver was drunk, had come around the corner, pushed my car into a telephone pole and up onto the lawn, goetting out of his van slurred "I'll give you 15 bucks to fix your tail light lady." Hello, Police Department? You're not going to believe this but...."The driver was drunk? We believe it." So drunk he was handcuffed and arrested, his van towed, even though the drunk driving laws of that time were not a primary concern of General Public.
Then came two fender benders and the revelation that the insurance agent had absconded with the premiums, being at the time employed by a grant of the Federal Government (USA), pockets were too empty to repair my car. We tied the car to a telephone pole and pulled the fender/bumper til the headlight was once again pointing where it should.
Working as Project coordinator at Princeton Plasma Physics Lab on thr Tokamak Fusion test reactor projects, I was assigned to pick up a car for my immediate overlord from the airport for him. Within 24 hours, he wasn't paying attention and slammed into a car stopped in front of him. Because I had checked the car out of the airport, this somehow got on my records although I was 5 miles from the scene-the distance from my office to the front gate where the collision occurred. Of course RPC Industries, the subcontractor I was working for paid the damages, but the damage to my reputation.......I got a 99 on my driving test, and very upset that said overlord acted like it was nothing. He also acted like it was nothing after he put his name on the Baseline Configuration Report I had compiled while he was in California. I tendered my resignation. One of the VP's wanted to discuss it. I was in massive pain from a dislocated shoulder blade which froze in place and after speaking to the VP, he said I did not have to wait til my quit date; the culprit would have to handle matters which staff handled beforehand. Within days of said events, my friends Brian and Richard, who had come to work there at my request also left; I later learned that two of the other engineers left without giving any notice, they simply stopped coming in. It is heartwarming to know that I am worth something to the people who matter. It is those persons and thse like them who do not let the culprit continue coddled when I get mad at the USA in General. As the Lord said before the destruction of Sodom & Gomorrah, "For one righteous man, I will not destroy it."
The next calamity did little damage to my Mitsubishi Tredia L but toalled out my spine. I was at a Yield sign when someone came flying off the egress, slammed straight smack directly the rear end of my car, sounding like a Mack truck hit me, me thinking "Oh God. I'm dead." and propelling me into traffic. The culprit didn't stop. After the white flash of light I found myself looking at something grey and realizing I was looking at the carpet on the floor. I had a tremendous pain in my head and could not even pull into the driveway og the Holiday Inn. I had to stop wherever I was. I didn't know immediately. Then I wondered why there was water on my head. I put my hand up and what came back was red. "Why do I have red water on my head?" Then I realized it was my own blood. Cars by this time were blowing their horns. I decided it was best to get out of car and find help. For some reason, I was trying to catch my blood in my hands. The car behind me, who had been blowing his horn, jumped out to yell at me that I couldn't just stop my car and walk away when I said But could you help me? My head really hurts. Fortunately, Police were right behind him. There is no way I can sufficiently praise Carteret Police and the Rescue Squad. I had total and caring assistance and was able to turn my life over to their expertise. One officer explained that inertia reels don't lock in rear end impacts and I was flopped back and forth like a rag doll despite the lap and shoulder belt. I was 36 years old and considering having a child. That accident ended any thoughts of that.
In 1997, I was stopped for a red light in a bright red Dodge Daytona when the car moved as though I'd run over a railroad tie in the road. Nope. The girl behind me jumped out of her Jeep, saying "Oh my God, are you all right? Are you all right?" I got out to see the back of my Daytona folded in like an accordion. I asked her what happened and she said "I thought you went."How do you not see a big bright red car which is not moving? Again, car totalled. Her insurance, based in Texas, paid me the maximum Blue Book amount plus and I finally found someone who would fix the car for the money at hand.
Next calamity occurred when an 88 year old man swerved to avoid a garbage can in a construction zone. The flagman waved me though and though the traffic had been stopped at the other end, there he was. He caught my bumper cutting into the metal and and tearing open the side of his car, not stopping for 2 full blocks, and then had the audacity to demand an apology from me and on to the point where police threatened to arrest him. Without consulting with me, my insurance company paid for his damages. I learned this when my policy renewal came. I had already gone through the actual physics of the thing with the police and the Department of Insurance; trying to get in touch with my insurer, they told me they didn't need that, they had taken care of the matter, and it wasn't anything major anyway. I changed insurance companies.
The new insurance. Allstate, despite all their "We're the good guys" advertising, are far from it. To begin with, one of their clerks entered the wrong information of my checking account and listed their screw up as me having bounced a check. Oh, and they couldn't change it because it was already in the computer. But on my record.
In 2009, a tree fell on my car, crushing the roof and breaking some windows. They decided to "low-ball" the car. A car which since it's initial purchase had been "Saturn Pampered". Every maintenance interval was faithfully met, it was hand washed and polished only and maintained by Saturn dealership only. It was in pristine condition. I had one hell of a fight with Allstate over their assessment. It turns out they hadn;t bothered to look at my car, they used some phony computer generated trashed out car as a parameter to evaluate mine. Even worse, someone slipped me the information on what was offerred for the broken car. It exceeded what Allstate had offered to me. I again sent my report to the Department of Insurance. Next thin I'm seeing is Allstate mimicing and acting out and broadcasting, after twisting it in their favor, the items in my complaint to the Insurance Commission. I'm not really sure what they do except collect reports and exist; it seems the Insurance Commission has no power over the insurance companies. My mechanic found someone who fixed the car. There is a why they did this: GM had taken over Saturn. GM closed down the Saturn factory, no doubt bevause they were making great cars with staying power and cars that last are not a good thing for these Capitalist Pigs.
I got a letter from another insurer at Allstate renewal time. I had the check in my hand but chose to call Farmer's/21st Century before going to the mailbox. As aforementioned calamities go, shortly after switching companies, some woman who probably was trying to retrieve something from the floor of her car started rolling toward me making a left turn with a full on green light. Instead of hitting the brake, she accellerated. She had the audacity to attempt to blame me and used some seriously disturbing disparaging words against me. However, there are times when I am as tough as tempered steel. One of those times is when someone tries to intimidate me or force me to committ wrongdoing when I did nothing wrong. I tried to get her to pull her Chevy Impala over to a safe area under an overpass, but she just kept cursing at me, and pulled across the intersection into the opposing lane of traffic. My call to T-Mobile 911 in fact states "Ohmy God. I hope evrybody is paying attention. She just pulled into the oncoming traffic lane." Fortunately, nothing further occurred. It didn't seem like much damage, though it sounded really bad. It was over $2,010.00 in damage to my car. It was only then that I learned my car is made out of a certain type of plastic, and except where the plastic was cracked, it seemed to have regaine it's own shape post-impact but the front fender was pushed forward also making my headlight askew. I have to give thanks where it is is due. My insurance company, Farmer's/21st Century for holding my hand all the way and GEICO, the insurer of the Impala's driver, for their rapid and friendly handling of their responsibility. Nothing like Allstate, who acted all-in-all not as insurer but my adversary.
Now if someone hits the hood or the passenger side of my car, I will have a completely rebuilt all brand new outer vehicle. I have to maintain the rest, but for some reason, insurers usually don't care how rotten the mechanical parts of the car are as long as the "window dressing" looks good.
So, everybody, if you see a little Saturn Station Wagon, stay as far away from it as you can-I'm not selling it, so you have no reason to be by it. And no one I know who owns a Saturn wants anything else. That's how I felt about my Mitsubishi, but US mechanics had a major prejudice going against any "foreign" cars. Never mind that it was a Chrysler product.
I keep getting a survey question about when will I buy my next new car. Sad to say, but I must answer "never". Please leave me and my Saturn in peace.
When I was 19 years old, I was staying at a friend's house in the Watchung Mountains (New Jersey USA), nowhere near my Thunderbird which was parked in front of my abductresses house.
I came "home", so to speak, to a car with the front end crushed from the top down. The next door neighbors identified the culprit, so I knocked on his door. He gave some story that he was coming down the hill and his car became airborne. Actually, I think he was towing withou a license and misjudged grossly where to place the towed car on the old winch & hooks trucks. I never parked there again/
In 1972 I had loaned my VW "Bug" to a friend who chose to shortcut a traffic light, ending up in an accident which broke her arm, left her with some facial stitches and minus a few teeth. Thankfully, their baby son had been dropped at the sitter's and her husband, as passenger, was unhurt. But the car was totalled. The Ouija board had kept going "accident, accident", but did not define who or where. I said to my partner "Maybe it means "accent", at least I hope so. But my partner and I were so close at the time, the channeled energy in the universe was dead on right.
In 1974, my then-fiance and now long my ex-husband, "bought" (he hadn't paid for it) from a friend a Pontiac Firebird. I was in the bedroom of the pseudo parental home when I heard the crash. I turned to the female parental unit and said "That"s my car." Her reply was as usual when it came to me. "No, it can't be."
I walked out to find the Firebird up on the lawn of the pseudo-parental abode with not a straight line or pane of unbroken glass. The driver was drunk, had come around the corner, pushed my car into a telephone pole and up onto the lawn, goetting out of his van slurred "I'll give you 15 bucks to fix your tail light lady." Hello, Police Department? You're not going to believe this but...."The driver was drunk? We believe it." So drunk he was handcuffed and arrested, his van towed, even though the drunk driving laws of that time were not a primary concern of General Public.
Then came two fender benders and the revelation that the insurance agent had absconded with the premiums, being at the time employed by a grant of the Federal Government (USA), pockets were too empty to repair my car. We tied the car to a telephone pole and pulled the fender/bumper til the headlight was once again pointing where it should.
Working as Project coordinator at Princeton Plasma Physics Lab on thr Tokamak Fusion test reactor projects, I was assigned to pick up a car for my immediate overlord from the airport for him. Within 24 hours, he wasn't paying attention and slammed into a car stopped in front of him. Because I had checked the car out of the airport, this somehow got on my records although I was 5 miles from the scene-the distance from my office to the front gate where the collision occurred. Of course RPC Industries, the subcontractor I was working for paid the damages, but the damage to my reputation.......I got a 99 on my driving test, and very upset that said overlord acted like it was nothing. He also acted like it was nothing after he put his name on the Baseline Configuration Report I had compiled while he was in California. I tendered my resignation. One of the VP's wanted to discuss it. I was in massive pain from a dislocated shoulder blade which froze in place and after speaking to the VP, he said I did not have to wait til my quit date; the culprit would have to handle matters which staff handled beforehand. Within days of said events, my friends Brian and Richard, who had come to work there at my request also left; I later learned that two of the other engineers left without giving any notice, they simply stopped coming in. It is heartwarming to know that I am worth something to the people who matter. It is those persons and thse like them who do not let the culprit continue coddled when I get mad at the USA in General. As the Lord said before the destruction of Sodom & Gomorrah, "For one righteous man, I will not destroy it."
The next calamity did little damage to my Mitsubishi Tredia L but toalled out my spine. I was at a Yield sign when someone came flying off the egress, slammed straight smack directly the rear end of my car, sounding like a Mack truck hit me, me thinking "Oh God. I'm dead." and propelling me into traffic. The culprit didn't stop. After the white flash of light I found myself looking at something grey and realizing I was looking at the carpet on the floor. I had a tremendous pain in my head and could not even pull into the driveway og the Holiday Inn. I had to stop wherever I was. I didn't know immediately. Then I wondered why there was water on my head. I put my hand up and what came back was red. "Why do I have red water on my head?" Then I realized it was my own blood. Cars by this time were blowing their horns. I decided it was best to get out of car and find help. For some reason, I was trying to catch my blood in my hands. The car behind me, who had been blowing his horn, jumped out to yell at me that I couldn't just stop my car and walk away when I said But could you help me? My head really hurts. Fortunately, Police were right behind him. There is no way I can sufficiently praise Carteret Police and the Rescue Squad. I had total and caring assistance and was able to turn my life over to their expertise. One officer explained that inertia reels don't lock in rear end impacts and I was flopped back and forth like a rag doll despite the lap and shoulder belt. I was 36 years old and considering having a child. That accident ended any thoughts of that.
In 1997, I was stopped for a red light in a bright red Dodge Daytona when the car moved as though I'd run over a railroad tie in the road. Nope. The girl behind me jumped out of her Jeep, saying "Oh my God, are you all right? Are you all right?" I got out to see the back of my Daytona folded in like an accordion. I asked her what happened and she said "I thought you went."How do you not see a big bright red car which is not moving? Again, car totalled. Her insurance, based in Texas, paid me the maximum Blue Book amount plus and I finally found someone who would fix the car for the money at hand.
Next calamity occurred when an 88 year old man swerved to avoid a garbage can in a construction zone. The flagman waved me though and though the traffic had been stopped at the other end, there he was. He caught my bumper cutting into the metal and and tearing open the side of his car, not stopping for 2 full blocks, and then had the audacity to demand an apology from me and on to the point where police threatened to arrest him. Without consulting with me, my insurance company paid for his damages. I learned this when my policy renewal came. I had already gone through the actual physics of the thing with the police and the Department of Insurance; trying to get in touch with my insurer, they told me they didn't need that, they had taken care of the matter, and it wasn't anything major anyway. I changed insurance companies.
The new insurance. Allstate, despite all their "We're the good guys" advertising, are far from it. To begin with, one of their clerks entered the wrong information of my checking account and listed their screw up as me having bounced a check. Oh, and they couldn't change it because it was already in the computer. But on my record.
In 2009, a tree fell on my car, crushing the roof and breaking some windows. They decided to "low-ball" the car. A car which since it's initial purchase had been "Saturn Pampered". Every maintenance interval was faithfully met, it was hand washed and polished only and maintained by Saturn dealership only. It was in pristine condition. I had one hell of a fight with Allstate over their assessment. It turns out they hadn;t bothered to look at my car, they used some phony computer generated trashed out car as a parameter to evaluate mine. Even worse, someone slipped me the information on what was offerred for the broken car. It exceeded what Allstate had offered to me. I again sent my report to the Department of Insurance. Next thin I'm seeing is Allstate mimicing and acting out and broadcasting, after twisting it in their favor, the items in my complaint to the Insurance Commission. I'm not really sure what they do except collect reports and exist; it seems the Insurance Commission has no power over the insurance companies. My mechanic found someone who fixed the car. There is a why they did this: GM had taken over Saturn. GM closed down the Saturn factory, no doubt bevause they were making great cars with staying power and cars that last are not a good thing for these Capitalist Pigs.
I got a letter from another insurer at Allstate renewal time. I had the check in my hand but chose to call Farmer's/21st Century before going to the mailbox. As aforementioned calamities go, shortly after switching companies, some woman who probably was trying to retrieve something from the floor of her car started rolling toward me making a left turn with a full on green light. Instead of hitting the brake, she accellerated. She had the audacity to attempt to blame me and used some seriously disturbing disparaging words against me. However, there are times when I am as tough as tempered steel. One of those times is when someone tries to intimidate me or force me to committ wrongdoing when I did nothing wrong. I tried to get her to pull her Chevy Impala over to a safe area under an overpass, but she just kept cursing at me, and pulled across the intersection into the opposing lane of traffic. My call to T-Mobile 911 in fact states "Ohmy God. I hope evrybody is paying attention. She just pulled into the oncoming traffic lane." Fortunately, nothing further occurred. It didn't seem like much damage, though it sounded really bad. It was over $2,010.00 in damage to my car. It was only then that I learned my car is made out of a certain type of plastic, and except where the plastic was cracked, it seemed to have regaine it's own shape post-impact but the front fender was pushed forward also making my headlight askew. I have to give thanks where it is is due. My insurance company, Farmer's/21st Century for holding my hand all the way and GEICO, the insurer of the Impala's driver, for their rapid and friendly handling of their responsibility. Nothing like Allstate, who acted all-in-all not as insurer but my adversary.
Now if someone hits the hood or the passenger side of my car, I will have a completely rebuilt all brand new outer vehicle. I have to maintain the rest, but for some reason, insurers usually don't care how rotten the mechanical parts of the car are as long as the "window dressing" looks good.
So, everybody, if you see a little Saturn Station Wagon, stay as far away from it as you can-I'm not selling it, so you have no reason to be by it. And no one I know who owns a Saturn wants anything else. That's how I felt about my Mitsubishi, but US mechanics had a major prejudice going against any "foreign" cars. Never mind that it was a Chrysler product.
I keep getting a survey question about when will I buy my next new car. Sad to say, but I must answer "never". Please leave me and my Saturn in peace.
