Huh, I guess raising a stink

Sometimes will get you what you need.

Was on the phone with the insurance company again today. 

Apparently they decided to further investigate the circumstances regarding my car. 

I did raise hell with the insurance agent about the whole matter and that it was my thought the estimator should be limited to Camrys because he obviously didn’t know anything about higher end vehicles.

So, it looks like they’re going to pay their entire portion of the amount owed. I’ll believe it when I have the check in hand. But at least this time the person I ws speaking to in their claims department could vizualize and understand what I was saying.

There are benefits to speaking to a guy, (who knows what the parts of the car are called) and who also speaks fucking English!

I’ll grant you that were I in another country not speaking the common language, I probably wouldn’t have gotten anywhere. I’ve long questioned the validity of putting people on phones, speaking to Americans, who spoke pidgeon English. That being said, to someone from the UK Americans are speaking pidgeon English.

The problem I’ve had is that most women dont’ have a grasp of mechanical things. I know that’s changing and I’m thankful for the change.

Even today there are women who can’t change a tire (or tyre). Attempting to describe parts of cars to them or the mechanical bits that hold cars together is like describing the color cerulean to someone who’s been blind from birth, there’s little common reference.

There are a lot of Men today that can’t change a tire. Much less know what the bits a pieces of hardware under the hood of their cars do.

I’m slightly better than that in that I recognize and know the functions of the major components under my hood. To be honest, I haven’t actually worked on my own car for years but I do tinker with my motorcycle. It’s not that I wouldn’t but cars today are so computerized you need more than a set of gap blades, and socket wrenches. You need a diagnostic computer and the knowledge to interpret the information it provides.

That being said… I also listen to my car. I know the noises it makes and the normal sound of it’s engine. So while I can’t necessarily tell a mechanic what is wrong, I can usually detect a fault and describe the sound and conditions in which I heard something odd long before it becomes critical.

That too is a lost art. So I tend to gravitate toward older mechanics because they get what I’m saying. A lot to the young mechanics rely Only on what their computers tell them and will sometimes say there’s nothing wrong because the diagnostics tell them so.

I digress.

After speaking to an American, who knows something about cars, driving, and could actually visualize what I was telling him. He concluded that the damage their estimator had denied paying on was in fact within the realm of likelihood. 

After our conversation, he kicked the issue to the appropriate department and it looks like they’re going to pay their whole portion of the claim. 

His only request was that I send a scan of the final bill to him. Which I did.

In the email I listed what portions I was responsible for (including the paintless door ding repair that I’d authorized) and asked only that they pay the balance.

It appears that between the explanation, my insurance claim history, my driving record, and the shear logic of the situation, the insurance company finally decided to pay what they owed.

Of course, for the amount we’re talking about, it would have been cheaper to pay it in the first place because the administrative costs, and investigators have cost more than the difference.

Bureaucracy, thy name means inefficiency.

This is gonna be unpopular with some folks…

back-the-badge.jpgBUT…

How about giving a little love to your local law enforcement?

Living in the mountains and dealing with skiers and snow players, plus recently spending time in another larger mountain town, (Big Bear) I’ve seen what Law Enforcement has to put up with.

They have a very tough job and it’s dangerous to boot.

In the past 3 weeks I’ve seen Officers directing traffic in 25F weather standing in the snow to make sure that skiers and snow players get safely into and out of resorts.

I’ve seen more than one near miss where some idiot almost hit an Officer because they were in a hurry.

I’ve watched people giving Officers a rough time because the Officers were telling them to move along, you folks know you can’t park on a public road with no emergency lane to play in the snow. All the people behind you can’t get to their destination with your vehicle in the way.

Let’s not forget about the ambulance that cannot get to the accident 3 miles up the road or the skier who’s got a compound fracture and is bleeding out on the slopes.

And to you young social justice warrior hipsters, with tattoos which are not artful, or ironic, but which instead look like the tattoo “Artist” was on speed and vomited ink all over your bodies…

If a uniformed Officer walks into a coffee shop and gets waved to the counter ahead of the line. Shut the fuck up! That Officer deserves a little accommodation.

They’re working and they’re probably on a break, you know like your strictly enforced 15 minute break at your fast food job? It’s not going to kill you to wait 1 additional minute for that Officer to get a cup of coffee and leave to go back on duty.

I’ve rarely been as angry as I was the other morning when a bunch of you vile young “Social Justice” types started expressing how “Unfair” it was that the Officer was waved to the front of the line.

Cudos, to the cashier who told that bunch of self absorbed 20 somethings, “This Officer is out there insuring your safety and I’m going to serve them first so if you don’t like it, FIND ANOTHER coffee shop!” 

I’d love to see a cashier at a Starbucks do that. Then again I rarely darken the door of a Starbucks anymore, so Hell will probably freeze over first. As I’ve stated before, all I want from my coffee shop is coffee not a lesson in ultra liberal politics.

As I was standing in line waiting to get my coffee, I thought, “I wonder if it would be appropriate to swap my place in line with an Officer, or if it would be appropriate to just buy the Officer’s coffee?” I don’t know if that would be considered Bribery or just Kindness.

For the record, I left a nice tip in the bucket at that place.

Any LEO is welcome to give me an answer in comments.

As you might have gathered, I support LEO. I know there are some “bad apples” but generally speaking these people are drawn to serve the public good. A little kindness & respect toward them might go a long way in reminding them that not everyone is a criminal and that they’re appreciated.

So Back the Badge

At the same time if you see a “Bad Apple” report it. We live in a system of checks and balances. Our duty as citizens is to provide the balance.

It’s all a matter of perspective.

Being in Big Bear is very different from Wrightwood.

It’s noisier. I guess that’s the trade off. Up at my place it’s pretty quiet except when the crazy neighbors are having a rough day.

The quiet is that I’m pretty far away from the main drag and the streets aren’t as clear so the skiers are confined to the center of town.

Wrightwood is also a lot smaller in general.

Big Bear is… well big. They’ve got everything, mainline stores, fast food, hospital, and a huge hospitality sector.

Wrightwood, not so much.

Another thing Big Bear has that Wrightwood doesn’t is traffic noise and crowds. It’s constant. Pretty much like any other city in the country.

When I get back to Wrightwood, I’m struck by the silence. This is especially true during the work week.

As nice as Big Bear is, I think I’d prefer to be in Wrightwood, except when I need to go to the store.

I suppose that I really am a country boy at heart.