Yesterday afternoon I headed out to my car, got in, started the motor, pulled out from the curb, and then stopped because holy moly it sounded like I was trying to rev up a jet engine, and since this is a (very, very old) Prius, something was very wrong.
Several neighbors popped their heads out of their doors, drawn by the unexpected noise, and a few nodded their heads.
“You’ve had your catalytic converter stolen” my next door neighbor said, as he got down on his hands and knees and peered underneath my car to verify.
So I reversed my jet engine back to the curb, and then went back inside and started the process of setting up an insurance claim and filing a police report.
Turns out, catalytic converter theft is a big problem right now, especially for older model Priuses and Hondas (I had no idea!). The police officers who came to take my report last night said it’s usually a two-person team – one jacks up the car just enough so the other can slip underneath and saw it off – and the process takes only a couple minutes.
Thankfully, since Richard’s currently working from home, I can use his car (technically mine is driveable but seriously, my neighbors do not need to have to listen to that racket any more than necessary!), and my insurance company is awesome, and I’ve already filed the claim and scheduled a time to drop it off at a body shop tomorrow. And in the grand scheme of things for the year, this is small potatoes. But that doesn’t make it any less annoying to have to deal with. Ugh.
‘Tis the season for Holidailies.
That’s super annoying. Does this mean you have to drive it to the body shop?
Unfortunately, yes, I will. That’s going to be a cringe worthy drive!
The good news is that you could wear a mask if you want to!