Today my faithful V70 did what it was designed to do. Die gloriously. Some lady in a Chevy suburban shaved off the right rear quarter panel, wheel, and bumper. Like everything in my life it was a circus. The lady driving was very apologetic and helpful. Her cro-magnon male passenger however While I was on the phone with my insurance agent he kept bragging about how the suburban "won" the collision, interrupting my conversation and constantly interjecting with questions such as "yo bro when can we leave" "why do you need to know the license plate number" along with many many racial slurs. So it is now sitting in a body shop yard awaiting its eventual fate.