Have faith! In 1992 when my wagon turned 20, I was stopped in a school zone. Unfortunately, a 16 year old driving a truck didn't stop and crunched my wagon's bumper and tailgate beyond repair. The rear wheel-wells also had a slight accordion appearance. To add insult to injury, the kid had no insurance. I thought my wagon was toast because I figured my insurance company would total it. At the time, my horses were boarded and a lawyer's horse was a few stalls from mine. He advised me not to settle. The accident was a few days before Thanksgiving and he said that insurance companies "liked to clear the books before the end of the year." Each time the adjuster called, my husband would tell him that we didn't want to total the car. Close to the end of December, the adjuster finally said that they would cut us a check for $1,400 and not total the wagon. The money was enough to straighten the body, replace the tailgate (73 version as no 72 could be found), put on a new bumper, and repaint the car from the doors back. Most people don't notice the slight variation in color. To this day, we are still driving the car. On a good note: The young man who hit my wagon was someone that I had taught for two years in middle school. He is now a deputy sheriff, has two children, and lives a few miles from us. Whenever we see him, we kid him about our earlier "run-in."