I have to get a police report from the SFPD to launch the whole “can I get the truck repaired?” procedure.
I go down to the HQ on 3rd St. It is a beautiful, shiny building. This area used to be called the Dog Patch but has come up in the world. The interior of the police station is like the atrium of 5 star hotel. Everyone is charming and after 5 minutes I leave clutching the police report. Thank you SFPD.
The police report allocates the blame equally between the drivers. Their insurance companies refuse to admit liability and I am stuck in the middle. This is complex and gives me a headache.
We decide to try to move the truck as parking tickets are acummulating like hummingbirds on a feeder. We bend back bodywork that is fouling the tires, and set off.
I think she is OK! Lots of grating noise on turns but she steers straight and does not leak essential bodily fluids. How long it will take for the insurance companies to come to some sort of arbitration is anyone’s guess.
Looking on the bright side of life, my eye and leg are much improved. However to balance the scales of misery, the supreme being gives me Whooping Cough. For the last week I have been very ill. I lie on my filthy, foetid pallett, coughing up the great, grey, green, Limpopo River, suitably set about by fever trees.
When I collided with my eye problem, James encouraged me to apply for Medi-Cal.
This is free health care for low income folks. It is true that I have very low income in California, on the other hand I have lots of money. I see no reason why I should be admitted to Medi-Cal.
I have lived in California, on and off, for over 20 years. A core belief has been that poor people are victims of a terrible, vindictive health service. Wrong.
They are selling the other apartments in our house!
I tread on my MacBook, smashing the screen. 3 minutes later, I am in a Lyft heading for the Apple Store on Chestnut. 30 minutes later I am leaving the store with a brand new Airbook. It is fully installed with my data and Apps. Amazing customer service.
The same guy that works in the Apple Store also runs a restaurant in Okinawa.
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Good to see the truck can still get about! You seem to be saying that repairs have to wait until the other drivers’ insurances come to an agreement between them – have I got that right? What about your own truck insurance – doesn’t it cover repairs?
Well done James for getting you onto Medi-Cal. That should make visits to the quacks less terrifying. So how’s the eye thing going – any improvement? Ditto the leg – still lurching about the place? Was one of those lurches the cause of your ‘puter smashing?
Interesting that the Apple Store guy also has a restaurant to look after in Okinawa. How does he manage it? Flies back to Okinawa whenever you place an order at the restaurant?
Hopefully the whooping cough lurgy has passed from you now and the rivers are less green and greasy. Keep well!
Hi Alan,
Generally on the mend but still feeling aged. As I don’t have “collision cover” my insurance company washes it hands. I have to wait for the other drivers to accept all or some liability. Could take months! Just wandering out to see eclipses. Doubt it will be spectacular in SF.
Amazingly I saw this post last night just as I was watching the eclipse live on a NASA link from the Guardian paper! Shame that San Francisco was built so far west. Hope there were still plenty of big screens in the bars to watch it on.
Age is a right nuisance. Creeps up on one and there’s nought that one can do to halt it. Hopefully all will come right with you again soon. Have you had a quote from a bodywork repairer on the truck? There’s several places around here ready to have a go – just put it in the post! Hopefully see you this summer after your frolics in Scotland.