Two years ago last month, I acquired a 2006 Saturn Ion. I had been driving a 2002 Saturn SL1 that was on its last legs (wheels?), and I was able to replace it with the 2006 for a price that was most likely less than it would have cost me to fix the SL1.
I named her Angel, in honor of several human angels who made our relationship possible: Mitch, who sold her to me (and repaired her AC at no charge when it crapped out on day 5); John and Jamie, who lent me the money to purchase her; and another John, who repaired the various issues she developed over the years and got her through two inspection cycles.
I have been driving Uber since June 2017, first with the SL1 and then with Angel.
Three days ago, I proudly posted on Facebook that Angel had reached 268,000 miles. I was looking forward to her reaching 300,000. Then the next day, this happened.
I will spare you the details of the accident — only that it involved dense fog that kept me from seeing the large black Toyota SUV that hit me.
I allowed myself to be transported to the hospital to get checked out, because of the son/grandson of some folks I am close to. He was in a car crash, refused medical attention because he felt fine, and succumbed a day later to massive internal injuries.
Fortunately, I’m OK. A superficial scalp wound and a banged-up left knee and right foot. Angel was not so lucky.
She was my third Saturn. Ten years ago I would have laughed at anyone who told me I would voluntarily buy any GM product, but I came to love Saturns for their longevity. All three were past 250,000 miles when they died. Angel was well on her way to the 300-thousandsies.
I used to tell my Uber riders, “Saturns are bulletproof — you can’t kill them with an ax!” That may be true, but it turns out you can kill them with an invisible Toyota.