Sometimes, no, most of the time, life is pretty unjust. Chill, and thank your higher power that everyone is physically OK. That's what really matters.

Your 240 was an extnesion of yourself...an expression of your creativity, talents and effort. You have every right to feel this way. After all, you've sort of lost a part of yourself.

I feel your pain. I once restored a '73 TR-6 from the ground up and less than a month after I put it on the road a woman backed into me completely destroying the hood, grille, headlight and right front fender. All of them, parts that were virtually non-existant at the time. I gave up on cars for 15 years after that, viewing them only as a necessary evil, to expedite getting from point A to point B. The rest is history.

Take care.

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Never a dull moment at Berry Hill Farm.