I did not care--honestly I never wanted to ever see the car after my bad car wreck....unfortunately fate had something else in mind. It was going to the insurance yard on the back of a flatbed three months later, I was going back to work, looked over, thought there was no way the people in that car could have survived and FREAKED THE HELL OUT!!!!! It was my totaled little Ford Escort--blood and all. Bad, bad mental deal!!! Hubby had to come get me--I could not move my car from the middle of the road, I was so mentally gone.