Poor Minni. What a mess! I guess maybe it's a good thing it's totalled; I'd be worried about driving it.
You can see where they stuffed the front bumper and other stray parts inside.
Ronni of the Woeful Countenance! I have to get somebody to get pictures of my knee and ankle, now that the bruise is technicoloured and the swelling hasn't gone down. My face is still a bit scabby, but the fat lip has returned to normal. I'm glad of the airbag. A few scrapes and a blister...I could have been dead!
It's difficult to avoid being sad that my little car is not worth mending, and I shall never forget the image of the cop driving it off the road; its fog light trailing by a wire, but still glowing bravely. I can't say I will never be sentimental about another car, but this one was really special.
RIP, Minni. I hope that whatever parts are salvageable help other Miata people keep their cars up and running.