After Pictures

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.