On October20th 2017 my blue/purple pearlesant coloured chevy cobalt was totaled and taken violently from me.
A clear failure to see into oncoming traffic as well as BLATANT speeding, caused the 2007 chevy cobalt i loved so dearly to be ripped away fron me
A now more or less useless heap of junk sits where the very essence to rise in the morning used to be. A now enpty tangled mass of metal and carnage. Only chaos here remains.
I will not be held responsible for the death of my soul and i will annihilate any and all who dare stand to my unholy cacophony of shit raining hell fire and try say it was me who was at fault for my only reason to claim any freedom. I, who had never forgotten a mere turn signal would never succumb to sinister a claim as this
She was doing the 40mph in a 25mphzone
She was the one whos car slid on its roof 20to35feet. Which could have only been possible considering such high speeds
She was the one who knowing the neighborhood knew that i couldnt see anything around the 7ft wildgrass or wheatgrass. Whatever you wanna call it
This is not a melodramatic way to express feelings for my car.
This is just truly what i feel for my now dead 2007 manual 2.2L chevy cobalt
Ill never forget how perfect you were even when all the highways were iced over and even the ambulances were sliding because of the amount of it. But you still managed to get me home to my kitten safe after a cliff of ice and nearly sliding into 19ft of icy snow hell
But you made it through always strong
Any help will be more than appreciated and i vow to return 10x even if i die trying to return anything donated via community service whatever. I will do it. It meant everything to me literally
Im out of a job now as well as any form of transportation