There is nothing quite like the immense personal satisfaction one gets when one goes down to the smashed-up automobile, grabs the overhanging jagged bits with both hands, and yanks 'em over the tire so that the car can actually be driven.
It's a nice little feeling.
Unfortunately the axle seems to be nice and cracked too. That's unfortunate. The appraiser stopped by on Thursday and left his calling card on the windshield, but I don't expect to hear from the insurance company until Monday given the whole Fourth and all. The real worry now is whether or not they'll consider this a total. If it's a total, things will suddenly become a lot more interesting.