Ok, I finally have something to rant about, my car. Lets backtrack a bit, shall we?
September, 2001: I am driving home after some volunteer work I had been doing at my high school, and an old woman pulls out right in to me in her new Mercedes and completely totals my car. It's her fault, but I'm beat up and notably
without car. I get a new one a couple of months later.
Fast-forward, May 2003: Getting ready to leave for home after my first year of college. A guy in a Bronco loaded up with way too much stuff backs in to me and tears my fender right off. Car's still drivable, but only barely.
July, 2003: Coming home from a softball game, a Mexican (looked high

) runs in to my
other fender, not a week after I finished getting the damages from the last accident repaired. He drives off, it's dark, and his liscence plate isn't illuminated so I can't get insurance to cover this one. Fortunately the damages weren't as extensive, but I've still got the marks on the car. I'm now ticked.
Back to the present; November 2003: I'm going home for thanksgiving, and I see that my hood isn't shaped as it should be. On closer examination, ot would appear that some @&$^ idiot got on my hood and jumped up and down. Again, no record. I have to get the police report and my insurance should cover it, but I'm extremely ticked. I've had such bad luck with the darned thing, but not once have the damages been my fault

Ok, end rant.