My Neon was brutally killed the evening of September 18, 2003 at about 4:35pm on Rt. 133 in Lowell, MA. I had picked up my car from the garage on Wednesday after not having it for a few months. On Thursday I drove it home from school to put my rear seatbelts in and do a few other little things needed to get an inspection sticker. I got my inspection sticker and then started to drive back to school. On 133, which is about 5 minutes from campus, a lady in a black Santa Fe slows and starts to stop to let the car in front of her take a right turn. I slow down as well. However, dingus in the Explorer behind me decides that he doesn't need to slow down. I saw him coming up VERY fast in my rear view mirror. I looked ahead to see if I had space to move, and by the time I did that BAM! I got absolutely fucking hammered in the rear end. The force was so great that it spun me around. In the process of spinning, my rear end hit the Santa Fe in front of me. When my car stopped moving and spinning I had done about a 100 degree spin and was almost perpendicular with the road, in the opposing lane and thus blocking that lane. After sitting there for a minute calming myself ( this was done by punching the steering wheel and swearing profusely), I move the car onto the side of the road where again I sit there and try to calm myself so I do not kill the asshat who hit me. I get out of the car (after punching the roof from the inside) and pound the top of the roof and go back to assess the damage. Upon seeing the damage I again begin to swear like the Italian I am and proceed to punch the nearby tree, what is left of my trunk and what's left of the rear quarter panel. I looked over at the guy who hit me, as he had started to come over, but had since stopped. Once I was calm(er) I went over to talk to the fucktard who hit me. Thankfully he didn't try to be a weasel and say it wasn't his fault. He took full blame for it. Perhaps the most comical ancedote from this incident was Mr. Exploder's daughter's quite, "Daddy, what did you do?" After me, dingus, and the woman in front of me had exchanged the paperwork the fire truck, ambulance and cop showed up. The motard that hit me tried to make small talk, but I made it plainly evident that if his 2 year old daughter wasn't there I would not have the restraint to even look at him without punching him in the fucking nose. It wasn't until I was in the ER later on that night that I got to thinking how things could have gone a lot worse. For instance, he hit me in the passenger side rear, so rather than slamming into the Santa Fe I went spinning. If he had hit me straight on, I would've gone right into to the lady in front of me, setting off the damn airbags. Also, if that had happened, the lady's twin 6 month old babies could have gotten hurt - so I'm glad he hit me and not her in that respect. Also, after spinning into on coming traffic, I could have been hit again by a car or something larger like a truck. The car was completely totaled.  Only one out of the four doors opened.  The trunk was crunched into where the backseat area was.  The rear right tire did not spin and had some wicked negative camber as seen in the pic at the top of the page. As for me, the x rays showed that my neck did not chip at all. The pain and burning I felt in my neck was from neck spasms, so I got prescriptions for some (good) drugs.  If I hadn't been wearing my seatbelt, I would have been seriously injured. So please, if you don't already, buckle up.  Rest in peace Strawberry Terror, you were good to me and may you drag race up in car heaven.