
It was your ordinary Saturday during a tape-out. (A “tape-out”, for those unfamiliar with the term, is the completion of a chip. And by “chip” I am referring to an IC – a CMOS image sensor in this case. In the old days, prior to the high-speed Internet availability, a design was written to magnetic tape and shipped to fabrication … the name “tape-out” has stuck with us since…) I arrived at the office bright and early – 6:30 in the morning. My plan was to get as much work as I could done with the layout for the digital block and kick off a couple probable candidates for timing closure that could run throughout the rest of the weekend giving us a greater chance of something usable by Monday morning. Tape-out is always a very hectic schedule as unrealistic timelines become the expected. 18 hours later, I had completed my task and was headed home.
I remember contemplating which route I should take – should I just hop on the 101 or save a couple of miles and take the back roads (in this case, Potrero Rd. – a much more sparsely used and hazardously bent road that I often take as a straight shot to work). Being that it was approaching 1:00 in the morning on a Saturday night (well … Sunday morning, actually…) I figured I would avoid the drunkards and take Potrero. I’m now questioning whether this was a poor decision or perhaps a life saving decision for, as I will soon explain, I arrived home in Chris’ vehicle.
“What happened to my vehicle?” you might be wondering. Well, I’ll tell ya – it got towed away on a flatbed shortly after becoming non-drivable. It seems that my efforts to avoid a “deer” resulted in Precious (my ’02 Firehwak) careening sideways down the road a bit until she was stopped, rather abruptly, by a couple of boulders on the far side of the road. (The second boulder actually stopper her – the first one just kinda “spun ‘er around”…)
The thing that I’m having a difficult time figuring out now is what, exactly, caused me to completely lose control.

I guess it really doesn’t matter now … whatever the reason, I lost control and did some major damage to my poor baby. That, of course, is why I’m paying for insurance.

Of course something tells me that she’s never going to be the same. The majority of damage was basically cosmetic; however the rear axle was shifted a couple inches to the left after the unscheduled stop which makes me wonder about the frame and suspension a bit. Oh well, the technicians at Paradise are professionals and I guess I’m just going to have to leave it to them to get Precious back to pristine (or as close as possible). All I can do now is hope for the best…
bis später,
Coriolis
Oh man! she looks horrible! Damn fantom deer, They are a menace and if they could ever be found, promptly shot. I hope they can fix her. she was a good looker, and hard to find. T-cam.
ReplyDeleteYeah, thanks for your concern my friend … I guess her fate now lies in the hands of the professionals over at Paradise Body & Paint. As is usual, I am hoping for the best and expecting the worst. I do feel that it was a bit of fate that got her to Paradise – I was planning on going directly to Paradise to begin with; however a bit of misdirection from Allstate drove me to 101 Collision. I’m actually happy they decided not to do the work. (Of course all of this is based on nothing more than “hear-say”…)
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