For those keeping track of these things (or for those of you playing “Fred, the Home Game”), I had the car inspected today. Forty-five minutes, in and out. No muss, no fuss. Except of course (have I mentioned I’m an idiot?), I didn’t have my insurance information with me or in the glove compartment where it belongs. The car is definitely insured, but the only paperwork I had with me from Progressive was the information card that expired in June. I must have left the new one (the one I paid for in June and for which a second renewal recently arrived) with the other papers strewn about my apartment. (I am very messy, but I don’t often throw things out.) So I will find it, go back to Honda tomorrow on my lunch break, and pick up the state inspection sticker for which I paid this afternoon.
It’s just a good thing traffic was nonexistent going to New York (and much too slow coming back). If I’d been in an accident, I don’t think “No, no, really, I am insured, honest!” would go over too well with the other driver, much less the police.