Yeah, I’ve noticed the same “call center” energy from State Farm. It’s like, you’re just a claim number in a sea of claim numbers. I switched to Shelt...
Yeah, I’ve noticed that too—some “premium” plans are just fancy wrappers on the same old basics. Had a buddy who thought he was covered for towing, bu...
I swear, if I had a dollar for every time they blamed “wear and tear,” I could probably afford a better policy. It’s like, yeah, my car’s older, but I...
Man, this brings back memories of my first “classic”—a ’77 El Camino that was more rust than metal. I was running the bare minimum insurance because, ...
Ain’t that the truth. I swear, dealing with car insurance is like spinning a roulette wheel—except the prize is either “we’ll take care of it” or “ple...
I hear you—my glove box is basically a filing cabinet at this point. Once found a granola bar from 2017 in there too, so you never know what you’ll ne...
I hear you on the “digital wild goose chase”—the AAA app’s tracking reminds me of those old GPS units that would randomly send you into a cornfield. B...
Can confirm, the minimums are basically just enough to say you have insurance, not enough to actually cover anything that goes wrong. Had a buddy with...
I hear you on the add-ons creeping up. I used to think uninsured motorist was just another way for the insurance folks to squeeze a few more bucks out...
I get wanting to talk to a real person, but man, I’ve had some local agents try to sell me every add-on under the sun. One guy tried to convince me my...
Ain’t that the truth. I tried to argue once that moving my old Camaro ten feet to rotate the tires wasn’t “driving,” but nope—agent said if it’s on pa...
Man, I feel this. My glove box is basically a time capsule of expired insurance cards and fast food napkins. I’ve had officers just glance at the date...
Yeah, bundling never did much for me either. I tried it once thinking I'd hit the jackpot, but ended up saving like... enough for half a tank of gas? ...
Haha, reading your experience makes me appreciate my old-school '68 Mustang even more. The fanciest sensor I've got is my backside hitting the seat wh...
Man, reading your story gave me flashbacks to my own insurance nightmare. A few years ago, a buddy of mine borrowed my '68 Mustang for a quick run to ...