When Alex got his license, he got a temporary paper one until his plastic magnetized license came in the mail from Austin. His license finally came. It was in the mail the day after he crashed into a pole.
A pole, no big deal, right? Wrong.
This pole was a heavy metal pole that was. built to be sturdy enough to hold up a 400 pound antique bell on the corner of someone's landscaping. Not only did the pole dent the door, bend the axle, and tear out the drive shaft, that 400 lb bell swung up and dented the top of the car, leaving a hole before slamming back onto the pavement and cracking.
Alex was fine, except for an extreme surge of adrenaline, which made him vomit and refrain from eating for two days. The Durango is not fine. The Durango is totalled. It survived my fender bender, when someone tried to turn across my lane to not miss their turn. It survived a rollover in a winter snow storm, well, after a week of body work. Alex has decided that we cursed it. It is years older and we had the coverage on our insurance down to liability, so we aren't fixing it.
So long, Durango.

























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