What Happens Without Car Insurance?
Imagine the results of crashing your expensive car forcefully into someone else's vehicle, consequently wrecking both of them, and being forced by law to pay the bill yourself. Follow through, and I'll show you how to avoid that in all aspects of your life.
In my former life back in the United Kingdom, I used to sell cars for a living. And because I was pretty good at it, I ended up running a few luxury dealerships for the company I worked for. With that, came some great perks like getting to drive some of the most luxurious or exotic sports cars as part of my salary.
Great, or so it would seem to most people, but it really wasn’t. I quickly got bored (or spoilt) by these cars that most people could only dream of sitting in, let alone driving. And besides, they weren’t mine. I couldn’t cash them in to pay my mortgage.
And what’s more, everybody I knew or met thought I was an expert on cars and would ask me their opinion on what they should buy, even though I really had no idea. I knew how to instill into my team how to give great customer service and I knew how to run a business that just happened to sell cars, I didn’t know what the best car to buy was. That’s what our sales team was for.
I always wanted to sell cars in the USA too, so around 10 years ago, I applied for a role at Galpin Motors in the San Fernando Valley and for a while, I really enjoyed it until the long grueling 12-hour days really took a hold. So I promptly gave that up.
Knowing that I worked in the car industry, whenever I was at a dinner, someone would always lean across the dinner table, usually when I was in mid-conversation and interrupt me to ask what car they should buy, I would always reply “an Aston Martin Vanquish”.
They’d then look a bit exasperated and explain they need something cheaper, so I’d recommend, “a 1985 Oldsmobile Calais”. This normally does the trick and they go back to talking about something that is more interesting, such as accountancy, insurance or ornithology.
However, at one dinner event, the man opposite really was quite insistent. He didn’t want an Aston martin or a 1985 Oldsmobile and demanded that I came up with another couple of alternatives. “A Bugatti Veyron or a Hyundai Accent,” I suggested, hoping that would end the discussion. But it didn’t.
“Come on,” he said, “I’m being serious.” So, I suggested he buy a Hummer and attempted to finish talking to the woman to my right.
“What car should I buy?” she immediately asked. I promptly got up, went to the lavatory and drank all of the restaurants bleach.