Saturday, June 21, 2008

Tout va très bien. Madame la Marquise

My mom used to sing us a song that I enjoyed very much. "Tout va très bien, Madame la Marquise" is the story of a rich woman who comes home to be told by her valet that apart from the fact that her favorite horse is dead, everything is well. Madame la Marquise is shocked: "What? Dead? How could that be? My favorite horse!" Well, says the valet, it happened in the fire. "What? What fire?" And progressively, the poor woman learns that her stables burned down because her castle was in flame when her husband committed suicide after learning of their ruin. He fell and knocked over a chandelier. Of course, there is much hilarious back and forth, and my mom would act out both the valet and the high-born lady with equal passion. She was a sight to behold.
All that to say that we bought a new car. A new car? Yes, because of the crash. The crash? The one that sent us to the hospital. The hospital? Well, you see where this is going I guess... Last Saturday, we were waiting at a red light when a six-wheeler rear-ended the Volvo. The Volvo did what good Volvos do and absorbed most of the shock. The rear passenger is feeling some residual pain that will require physio, but both Yseult, who was at the wheel at the time, and myself, in the front passenger seat, feel no long-term effect and we both went back to work on Monday. The Volvo "died" while saving us and we mourn her loss. After much legwork from Paul, who was brilliant throughout the whole ordeal, we got a good settlement from the insurance company. He secured a used V70 (same model, later year) from the dealer and we drove it home yesterday. Within a week of the accident, we are back driving a new and improved Volvo. A much better ending than in the song.
To our great surprise and with some guilt, we are enjoying the new car even more than the old one. It is plainer for sure, but the driving is more pleasant and it has a few cool additional features (such as a display indicating to-the-minute fuel consumption). So all is well - no buts to it!