The other car was able to drive off to the side, but I was stuck in the middle of the intersection.
Fortunately police were there almost immediately and secured traffic. I haven’t delved into the insurance stuff yet, but I’m told the car will be junked pretty quickly after the insurance appraisal and whatnot happens, so I don’t know if I’ll be able to salvage much. I thought of what I could get for you guys here, although my brain is a little shaken, so for now it’s maybe just unused spark plugs and my spare un-programmed fob lol. Most of the car is fine, save for what’s seen in the pictures.
Turns out the RAV4 is also totaled because its front side curtain airbags went off (on both sides) and they’re $2,000 a pop and apparently not worth the brand new car? I’m not sure how that works. It’s also leaking oil, but again, was otherwise able to limp around. The AAA guy gave me crap for having a Suzuki that was totaled from this incident, and said next time to get a truck, showing me a busted pickup whose front bumper had a good dent from something that smashed into it, but was apparently “fine.” Oh well.
Part of me is relieved, because I’ve been meaning to wash and detail my car, among tons of DIY maintenance and programming the new fob, but now I don’t have to

I don’t think I’ll get another Kizashi. I’d love to have one, but the scarcity of parts and service centers in the US is a pain. In a perfect world, I’d like to learn stick shift and get a manual Kizashi, to avoid the CVT drama. But as for next car, I’m not sure. The Kizashi was my dream car for some reason, and I’m grateful for the 49.5 months I had with mine. Before my car, I had hardly seen any around, and the reality of actually having one seemed far away. But one day it happened, and just thinking about the fact that I owned a Kizashi always put a smile on my face, from day 1 to as recent as this week. In the immediate aftermath of the crash, I was too shaken up to feel much. But as more time goes by, the sadder I get. This car saw me through some of my worst years. It felt like a close friend, in a way. I’d walk out of school feeling like crap, get to my Kizashi, and always feel privileged to be able to sit in this car that meant a lot to me; my problems always felt a little less upsetting when I was with my Kizashi. It felt like my comfort zone lol.
In any case, I’ve appreciated the community here. It’s been very helpful over the years and I’ve enjoyed engaging in some of the discussions. Sorry for not replying to some of your posts, Kuro. I keep forgetting lol. I might stick around to keep tabs.