In 2002 my mom got into a minor rear end accident. An old lady rear-ended her, and sandwiched my RX300 into a Ford Windstar van. The damage cost for the RX was only about $4000 but the damage to the Nissan Altima that hit my RX probably was a lot worse. The Altima had to be towed while we still drove our RX300 around town with damaged front and rear bumpers, and also a rattling exhaust pipe because the pipe got bent back and it was now hitting an axle or something down there.
After it was immaculately fixed by a body shop, we decided that we had to get rid of this vehicle because it reminded my mom of the accident she encountered, everytime she saw the RX300. So in Jan 2003 that's when the GX470 came into play and I had to finally say "Good-bye" to my RX300. It was a sad evening to see it parked in one dark lonely spot at the dealer when it was formerly pampered inside my garage..
A few years have passed and I've seen it being driven around town a few times. The last time I ever saw it was in 2006. Today, June 19, 2009 I saw my baby RX again. This time it's different. For the last few times I've seen it around town, looking at just the front without the license plates, there's still that "feeling" or "bond" inside of me that tells me that the oncoming RX300 is MINE. Hence, everytime I say that I have always been correct because I look back and read the license plate in the back of the car. Today it was different..
I saw it parked outside a liquor store. Owner was probably in the tanning salon next door. I parked next to it, and before I walked to the back of it (it was parked in reverse), I was observing the front bumper, the mismatched bald tires, scratched up rims, big dent on rear door with a lot of scratches on the body. As I slowly approached the rear of the car, I was scared to see the license plate. I know there was some "feeling" that was coming to me, but the condition of the car was killing that inner feeling in it because I know it was not this bad when I let go of her. When I finally saw the license plate, I was SHOCKED. It was the same license plate that I used and has never been changed! I tried going into the salon and the liquor store asking if anyone owned that car, no luck. I'm just curious as to how many miles my baby has been abused for but I guess I will never (or not yet) know.
Everyone here knows how well I keep cars clean, too clean that they could sometimes pass to be brand new if you slap the window sticker back onto the window and park it next to the new cars on the dealer lot. My RX300 is far off from the love and care I've put into it.
Ok enough blabbing, here are the very few pictures I took of her





