R.I.P. Sasha Fierce

For those of you keeping track of such things, my car was officially deemed "totaled" today at 4:12 p.m. This follows an unfortunate run I had last week with a poor driver who made an illegal turn. Temp X is fine (as is the jerk who hit me), but Sasha Fierce X isn't. She and her 37 mpg (freeway) will be missed.

Let us take a moment to reflect on the good times we shared: the traffic jams at the Hollywood Bowl, the traffic jams on Santa Monica and, of course, the time I drove Maya Angelou to the Pleasure Chest.

Fold up your pant leg, pour a 40 on your foot and remember Sasha the way she was -- a bland, functioning automobile.

[Note: Wear your seat belt. They seem to work.]