Topic: Bummed out.

[Kevin]

I have never owned a new car, until about 27 days ago.
Nothing too fancy....but it is ours, and it is new. 

Tonight we went out to dinner and I parked the car in an empty row at the very back of the parking lot.
After we finished dinner and walked back to the car, my heart sank when I saw the POS Chevy truck parked right next to our new car.
Sure enough...there's a ding right on the body line of the front fender.

I think the ding can be removed by a skilled PDR guy.

I am totally bummed out now.
Less than 500 miles on the car.



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[CycleRanger]

I can top that.
Less than three hours after getting my new Tundra my then-GF opened the passenger door and let swing into a pole and dented the door.
This was moments after pulling into the restaurant parking lot and I said I wanted to park in the back away from anyone so the truck wouldn't get any dents..
Twenty + years later I still have the Tundra but not the GF. 

But yeah, that first blemish hurts.

[Kevin]

I can top that.
Less than three hours after getting my new Tundra my then-GF opened the passenger door and let swing into a pole and dented the door.
This was moments after pulling into the restaurant parking lot and I said I wanted to park in the back away from anyone so the truck wouldn't get any dents..
Twenty + years later I still have the Tundra but not the GF. 

But yeah, it hurts.

Wow...yup, you beat me.

I guess I was never meant to have anything nice.

About 10 years ago I took my pristine '91 Civic Si in to have the windshield replaced.
When I picked up the car they had it parked at a weird angle so I couldn't see the passenger side.
I drove the car home and did a walk around.
They had dented my passenger fender, scratched the paint on the passenger mirror, and broke the rain guard on the passenger door window.
I called them and they said it didn't happen there, and that I couldn't prove otherwise.

My newly installed windshield lasted two weeks. I let a friend drive the car and it was returned with a cracked windshield.

The dent and cracked windshield are still there....:-(

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[RAFster122s]

I can top that.
Less than three hours after getting my new Tundra my then-GF opened the passenger door and let swing into a pole and dented the door.
This was moments after pulling into the restaurant parking lot and I said I wanted to park in the back away from anyone so the truck wouldn't get any dents..
Twenty + years later I still have the Tundra but not the GF. 

But yeah, it hurts.

Wow...yup, you beat me.

I guess I was never meant to have anything nice.

About 10 years ago I took my pristine '91 Civic Si in to have the windshield replaced.
When I picked up the car they had it parked at a weird angle so I couldn't see the passenger side.
I drove the car home and did a walk around.
They had dented my passenger fender, scratched the paint on the passenger mirror, and broke the rain guard on the passenger door window.
I called them and they said it didn't happen there, and that I couldn't prove otherwise.

My newly installed windshield lasted two weeks. I let a friend drive the car and it was returned with a cracked windshield.

The dent and cracked windshield are still there....:-(

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That kind of bull makes you want to have vigilante justice be rained down upon them....

[Kevin D]

My very first new car, I left the dealer, the gas gauge was very low. I stopped at the first station. In ‘75 they were still full service. So the attendant comes out, removes the flush to body painted gas cap and sets it on the fastback window. The cap slides down the window, then the fender, and crashes to the ground. The fender is scratched, the gas cap dented and missing paint. 5 minutes old.
 
I didn’t blow a gasket. The attendant acted like nothing happened, but he was couldn’t not notice the sticker still in the window. The scratch rubbed out, I straightened and touched up the cap. The dealer apologized for inadequate prep, but no rub out or touch up paint. 5 minutes old.

[HondaMan]

My youngest brother used to have a beat-half-to-death $50 1962 Mercury (I forget the model of it) when we were kids in high school.
After my other brother and I both bought our first brand-new car, but this youngest brother could not yet do so for $$ reasons (he had only worked 4 months to buy the first Merc) he took to doing the following every time he went to a parking lot:

1. Search for the newest car in the lot, parked way out all by itself.
2. Pull up and park directly next to it, with his driver door next to the new car, as close as he possibly could (usually 'over the line' close).
3. Climb across the [bench] seat and exit the car on the other side.
4. Go buy a Coke and sit back out of sight to wait for the new car owner to come back to his new car with the rusted junk Merc parked almost in its spot.

Ah, the stories he has to tell about that!

[Kelly E]

My youngest brother used to have a beat-half-to-death $50 1962 Mercury (I forget the model of it) when we were kids in high school.
After my other brother and I both bought our first brand-new car, but this youngest brother could not yet do so for $$ reasons (he had only worked 4 months to buy the first Merc) he took to doing the following every time he went to a parking lot:

1. Search for the newest car in the lot, parked way out all by itself.
2. Pull up and park directly next to it, with his driver door next to the new car, as close as he possibly could (usually 'over the line' close).
3. Climb across the [bench] seat and exit the car on the other side.
4. Go buy a Coke and sit back out of sight to wait for the new car owner to come back to his new car with the rusted junk Merc parked almost in its spot.

Ah, the stories he has to tell about that!

A long time ago an old friend and I used to run around in his V8 powered 41' Dodge 1/2 ton weapons carrier and he loved to do stuff like that. It really freaked some people out.

[grcamna2]

My youngest brother used to have a beat-half-to-death $50 1962 Mercury (I forget the model of it) when we were kids in high school.
After my other brother and I both bought our first brand-new car, but this youngest brother could not yet do so for $$ reasons (he had only worked 4 months to buy the first Merc) he took to doing the following every time he went to a parking lot:

1. Search for the newest car in the lot, parked way out all by itself.
2. Pull up and park directly next to it, with his driver door next to the new car, as close as he possibly could (usually 'over the line' close).
3. Climb across the [bench] seat and exit the car on the other side.
4. Go buy a Coke and sit back out of sight to wait for the new car owner to come back to his new car with the rusted junk Merc parked almost in its spot.

Ah, the stories he has to tell about that!

Has your youngest brother now grown-up a bit; would he now prefer to pull the legs off a live  'politician'?? 

[dave500]

why cause #$%* on purpose for a reaction?

[Kevin]

My youngest brother used to have a beat-half-to-death $50 1962 Mercury (I forget the model of it) when we were kids in high school.
After my other brother and I both bought our first brand-new car, but this youngest brother could not yet do so for $$ reasons (he had only worked 4 months to buy the first Merc) he took to doing the following every time he went to a parking lot:

1. Search for the newest car in the lot, parked way out all by itself.
2. Pull up and park directly next to it, with his driver door next to the new car, as close as he possibly could (usually 'over the line' close).
3. Climb across the [bench] seat and exit the car on the other side.
4. Go buy a Coke and sit back out of sight to wait for the new car owner to come back to his new car with the rusted junk Merc parked almost in its spot.

Ah, the stories he has to tell about that!

Your brother sounds like he was a real #$%*.
I hope he grew out of it.
People get killed these days over much less.
Maybe back then, there wasn't as much stress or tension in everyone's lives.
Today, every day is a struggle for everyone. The last four years have been extremely damaging to all of us (whether we know it or not), and we are all just one mishap away from snapping.

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[Kevin]

My very first new car, I left the dealer, the gas gauge was very low. I stopped at the first station. In ‘75 they were still full service. So the attendant comes out, removes the flush to body painted gas cap and sets it on the fastback window. The cap slides down the window, then the fender, and crashes to the ground. The fender is scratched, the gas cap dented and missing paint. 5 minutes old.
 
I didn’t blow a gasket. The attendant acted like nothing happened, but he was couldn’t not notice the sticker still in the window. The scratch rubbed out, I straightened and touched up the cap. The dealer apologized for inadequate prep, but no rub out or touch up paint. 5 minutes old.

Wow....that sucks.
Good for you for not blowing a gasket on the guy.


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[grcamna2]

My youngest brother used to have a beat-half-to-death $50 1962 Mercury (I forget the model of it) when we were kids in high school.
After my other brother and I both bought our first brand-new car, but this youngest brother could not yet do so for $$ reasons (he had only worked 4 months to buy the first Merc) he took to doing the following every time he went to a parking lot:

1. Search for the newest car in the lot, parked way out all by itself.
2. Pull up and park directly next to it, with his driver door next to the new car, as close as he possibly could (usually 'over the line' close).
3. Climb across the [bench] seat and exit the car on the other side.
4. Go buy a Coke and sit back out of sight to wait for the new car owner to come back to his new car with the rusted junk Merc parked almost in its spot.

Ah, the stories he has to tell about that!

Your brother sounds like he was a real #$%*.
I hope he grew out of it.
People get killed these days over much less.
Maybe back then, there wasn't as much stress or tension in everyone's lives.
Today, every day is a struggle for everyone. The last four years have been extremely damaging to all of us (whether we know it or not), and we are all just one mishap away from snapping.

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Yes Indeed.

[ekpent]

  I got my first drivers license when I was 16 on Feb 13th,my birthday. Next night on Feb 14th there was a Valentines formal and I took a date and another couple. There was a blizzard that night and going down a busy hill going home there was a problem and everybody was jamming on their brakes . I rear ended a station wagon ahead of me in my 1967 Plymouth Belvedere and the person in the car would later be my High School principal the next year    I did not get a ticket but not a great start to my solo driving ! Many other stories cause we were a little wild in the 70's 

[Kevin]

  I got my first drivers license when I was 16 on Feb 13th,my birthday. Next night on Feb 14th there was a Valentines formal and I took a date and another couple. There was a blizzard that night and going down a busy hill going home there was a problem and everybody was jamming on their brakes . I rear ended a station wagon ahead of me in my 1967 Plymouth Belvedere and the person in the car would later be my High School principal the next year    I did not get a ticket but not a great start to my solo driving ! Many other stories cause we were a little wild in the 70's 

Wow, you had a '67 Belvedere at 16? Lucky you!
My brother had a '67 Belvedere GTX, that was a cool car. His friend bought it off of him and still has it.

Too funny that the car you rear-ended turned out to be your future principal.


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[HondaMan]

  I got my first drivers license when I was 16 on Feb 13th,my birthday. Next night on Feb 14th there was a Valentines formal and I took a date and another couple. There was a blizzard that night and going down a busy hill going home there was a problem and everybody was jamming on their brakes . I rear ended a station wagon ahead of me in my 1967 Plymouth Belvedere and the person in the car would later be my High School principal the next year    I did not get a ticket but not a great start to my solo driving ! Many other stories cause we were a little wild in the 70's 

When my wife and I got married, she had a cool Belvedere 2-door, 318 engine, 3-in-the-tree. It had about 20 degrees 'free play' in the steering wheel, lots of fun to drive in the mountains.   One day, a month married, we were coming back from grocery shopping and suddenly a loud "BANG" happened under us, followed by loud grinding, car jerking, etc. The differential just fell apart! We had just temporarily moved into an apartment complex (until we could find a townhouse somewhere else) and they would not let ANYONE work on a car in their parking lot. I had to sell it just like that, for almost nothing. I had a 4x-rehabbed Dodge Dart Swinger at the time (1969 with 1970 hood and 1971 right fender and door, 3 colors and 3 different 'lines'), so we had share that. It's master cylinder went out 3 weeks after the Belvedere 'blew', and I ended up with a tiny 1974 Mercury Capri (remember those?) with an aftermarket sunroof. The next year we went to Missouri in it, got caught in a tornado in Jefferson City, MO, one night, and the next day the car had 3" of water inside, courtesy of the sunroof. The floor was watertight, just not the roof.

Ah, when men were men, bikes were bikes, and the women had to hang on! 

[grcamna2]

  I got my first drivers license when I was 16 on Feb 13th,my birthday. Next night on Feb 14th there was a Valentines formal and I took a date and another couple. There was a blizzard that night and going down a busy hill going home there was a problem and everybody was jamming on their brakes . I rear ended a station wagon ahead of me in my 1967 Plymouth Belvedere and the person in the car would later be my High School principal the next year    I did not get a ticket but not a great start to my solo driving ! Many other stories cause we were a little wild in the 70's 

When my wife and I got married, she had a cool Belvedere 2-door, 318 engine, 3-in-the-tree. It had about 20 degrees 'free play' in the steering wheel, lots of fun to drive in the mountains.   One day, a month married, we were coming back from grocery shopping and suddenly a loud "BANG" happened under us, followed by loud grinding, car jerking, etc. The differential just fell apart! We had just temporarily moved into an apartment complex (until we could find a townhouse somewhere else) and they would not let ANYONE work on a car in their parking lot. I had to sell it just like that, for almost nothing. I had a 4x-rehabbed Dodge Dart Swinger at the time (1969 with 1970 hood and 1971 right fender and door, 3 colors and 3 different 'lines'), so we had share that. It's master cylinder went out 3 weeks after the Belvedere 'blew', and I ended up with a tiny 1974 Mercury Capri (remember those?) with an aftermarket sunroof. The next year we went to Missouri in it, got caught in a tornado in Jefferson City, MO, one night, and the next day the car had 3" of water inside, courtesy of the sunroof. The floor was watertight, just not the roof.

Ah, when men were men, bikes were bikes, and the women had to hang on! 

 

[Kevin]

  I got my first drivers license when I was 16 on Feb 13th,my birthday. Next night on Feb 14th there was a Valentines formal and I took a date and another couple. There was a blizzard that night and going down a busy hill going home there was a problem and everybody was jamming on their brakes . I rear ended a station wagon ahead of me in my 1967 Plymouth Belvedere and the person in the car would later be my High School principal the next year    I did not get a ticket but not a great start to my solo driving ! Many other stories cause we were a little wild in the 70's 

The floor was watertight, just not the roof.

Ah, when men were men, bikes were bikes, and the women had to hang on! 

that's funny!

There was a guy who was in love with my older sister. He drove a '74 Capri, she had a beautiful '66 Dodge Coronet 440, black with red interior and Crager rims.
She dated him for a short period of time, and he spoiled her, problem was that he was too nice of a guy.
He was/is good friends with my older brother, who swapped the letters on his Capri to spell Crapi. He wasn't amused!
This guy created a well known computer company and is now wealthy beyond belief.
Oh well..... that's the way it goes!

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[C317414]

My youngest brother used to have a beat-half-to-death $50 1962 Mercury (I forget the model of it) when we were kids in high school.
After my other brother and I both bought our first brand-new car, but this youngest brother could not yet do so for $$ reasons (he had only worked 4 months to buy the first Merc) he took to doing the following every time he went to a parking lot:

1. Search for the newest car in the lot, parked way out all by itself.
2. Pull up and park directly next to it, with his driver door next to the new car, as close as he possibly could (usually 'over the line' close).
3. Climb across the [bench] seat and exit the car on the other side.
4. Go buy a Coke and sit back out of sight to wait for the new car owner to come back to his new car with the rusted junk Merc parked almost in its spot.

Ah, the stories he has to tell about that!

One of the pilots at my charter company did that once.  Unfortunately, he did it to the brand new Mercedes belonging to the owner of two of the airplanes I leased for the charter business.     

[RAFster122s]

My youngest brother used to have a beat-half-to-death $50 1962 Mercury (I forget the model of it) when we were kids in high school.
After my other brother and I both bought our first brand-new car, but this youngest brother could not yet do so for $$ reasons (he had only worked 4 months to buy the first Merc) he took to doing the following every time he went to a parking lot:

1. Search for the newest car in the lot, parked way out all by itself.
2. Pull up and park directly next to it, with his driver door next to the new car, as close as he possibly could (usually 'over the line' close).
3. Climb across the [bench] seat and exit the car on the other side.
4. Go buy a Coke and sit back out of sight to wait for the new car owner to come back to his new car with the rusted junk Merc parked almost in its spot.

Ah, the stories he has to tell about that!

One of the pilots at my charter company did that once.  Unfortunately, he did it to the brand new Mercedes belonging to the owner of two of the airplanes I leased for the charter business.     

Is that a former pilot, or airplanes you used to lease? Hopefully it didn't blow up that bad...

[ewanhughes]

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[Stev-o]

Many moons ago, after a promotion at work, I bought myself a nice gift: a 2001 Honda S2000 [2 seat sports car]. It was not new but was in near perfect condition.

After work one day, my wife called and said let's meet at a local restaurant for dinner.  I drove the S2000 there and parked it way in back to avoid anyone parking anyway close to the car.  Went in had had dinner and when I walked back out to my car, a truck had parked next to me and the rear tire was located over the white stripe and very close to my little car.  I thought to myself, what an idiot he was for parking like that and then looked over the passenger side of my car for damage. Sure enough, the idiot let his door swing open and put a fairly good sized ding in the door of my car. I was furious!   Not proud of this, and never told my wife, but I pulled a pocket knife out of my car and stabbed his tire in the sidewall and it immediately went flat.

The dent was on a body line of the door and I thought there was no way it could be easily repaired without painting. A neighbor at the time owned a body shop so I called and inquired about PDR. They scheduled a service call and the young guy came out and after about an hour, had repaired it where it was not noticeable at all. I was pleasantly surprised.

Miss that car...

[Kevin]

Many moons ago, after a promotion at work, I bought myself a nice gift: a 2001 Honda S2000 [2 seat sports car]. It was not new but was in near perfect condition.

After work one day, my wife called and said let's meet at a local restaurant for dinner.  I drove the S2000 there and parked it way in back to avoid anyone parking anyway close to the car.  Went in had had dinner and when I walked back out to my car, a truck had parked next to me and the rear tire was located over the white stripe and very close to my little car.  I thought to myself, what an idiot he was for parking like that and then looked over the passenger side of my car for damage. Sure enough, the idiot let his door swing open and put a fairly good sized ding in the door of my car. I was furious!   Not proud of this, and never told my wife, but I pulled a pocket knife out of my car and stabbed his tire in the sidewall and it immediately went flat.

The dent was on a body line of the door and I thought there was no way it could be easily repaired without painting. A neighbor at the time owned a body shop so I called and inquired about PDR. They scheduled a service call and the young guy came out and after about an hour, had repaired it where it was not noticeable at all. I was pleasantly surprised.

Miss that car...

Nice car Stev-O!
I'm happy to hear the PDR could repair it.

My 10 year old son was with me when we received our ding, so I tried my best to remain calm, even though I was furious
I wanted to kick the mirrors off his doors and let the air out of his tires.

My wife suggested I take a picture of the truck and go back into the restaurant and ask the manager to find out who owns it.  But, my head was spinning and thought it would probably just make matters worse, so I declined, and we drove away.

To add insult to injury, our $100 dinner (2 adults, one child, no beverages other than H2o) was not very good. It was a seafood place, and I ordered linguine w/clam sauce, and it was terrible.



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[Don R]

 I parked way out in the corner of the lot and came out one night to find a car so close to my cherry 64 VW that I had to get in the other side. His windshield got a mud bath for his trouble. I had to drive my junkier 68 to work after that.

[C317414]

My youngest brother used to have a beat-half-to-death $50 1962 Mercury (I forget the model of it) when we were kids in high school.
After my other brother and I both bought our first brand-new car, but this youngest brother could not yet do so for $$ reasons (he had only worked 4 months to buy the first Merc) he took to doing the following every time he went to a parking lot:

1. Search for the newest car in the lot, parked way out all by itself.
2. Pull up and park directly next to it, with his driver door next to the new car, as close as he possibly could (usually 'over the line' close).
3. Climb across the [bench] seat and exit the car on the other side.
4. Go buy a Coke and sit back out of sight to wait for the new car owner to come back to his new car with the rusted junk Merc parked almost in its spot.

Ah, the stories he has to tell about that!

One of the pilots at my charter company did that once.  Unfortunately, he did it to the brand new Mercedes belonging to the owner of two of the airplanes I leased for the charter business.     

Is that a former pilot, or airplanes you used to lease? Hopefully it didn't blow up that bad...

Our office assistant caught it before things went sideways.   She realized whose cars they were, and got the pilot to move his before the Mercedes owner came back.  I chewed out the pilot, but kept him on.

[dave500]

couple of times over the years driving dumpstpers ive travelled say 45 mins to a loading dock behind large shopping centres to remove a bin and some turd has parked a car where cars shouldnt #$%*ing be,of course no one knows whos car and they could be hours in the shops so i have to go elsewhere and carry on,but not before grabbing a big clunk of #$%*ty old grease of the trucks lifting mechanism and loading it under the drivers door handle,nyuck nyuck nyuck!

[70CB750]

couple of times over the years driving dumpstpers ive travelled say 45 mins to a loading dock behind large shopping centres to remove a bin and some turd has parked a car where cars shouldnt #$%*ing be,of course no one knows whos car and they could be hours in the shops so i have to go elsewhere and carry on,but not before grabbing a big clunk of #$%*ty old grease of the trucks lifting mechanism and loading it under the drivers door handle,nyuck nyuck nyuck!

Friend of mine worked as a delivery driver for a small baker in the city.  One day somebody parked in front of the shop in the spot for loading the truck - it was marked clearly as technical zone.  Guys from the bakery smeared his windshield with two pounds of baking grease and enjoyed the show when this guy was trying to leave. 

[70CB750]

Many moons ago, after a promotion at work, I bought myself a nice gift: a 2001 Honda S2000 [2 seat sports car]. It was not new but was in near perfect condition.

After work one day, my wife called and said let's meet at a local restaurant for dinner.  I drove the S2000 there and parked it way in back to avoid anyone parking anyway close to the car.  Went in had had dinner and when I walked back out to my car, a truck had parked next to me and the rear tire was located over the white stripe and very close to my little car.  I thought to myself, what an idiot he was for parking like that and then looked over the passenger side of my car for damage. Sure enough, the idiot let his door swing open and put a fairly good sized ding in the door of my car. I was furious!   Not proud of this, and never told my wife, but I pulled a pocket knife out of my car and stabbed his tire in the sidewall and it immediately went flat.

The dent was on a body line of the door and I thought there was no way it could be easily repaired without painting. A neighbor at the time owned a body shop so I called and inquired about PDR. They scheduled a service call and the young guy came out and after about an hour, had repaired it where it was not noticeable at all. I was pleasantly surprised.

Miss that car...

In some town museum I remember seeing a pair of boots that had a switchblade out front.  The story was that it was used by horse cab drivers to "kick" the tires of other cabs. 

Few times I wished for a boot like that 

[jlh3rd]

August 1977, I was 24 years old. I had been putting myself through college and would be finishing/ graduating in Dec. I also had been paying for my flying lessons over the past few years, so working full time was a must.
And after doing research and calculations, I was purchasing my first brand new car , a 1977 metallic brown Monte Carlo. I was, and still am, proud and protective of my things I worked and sweated for. At the time, this car represented the pinnacle of that.
     So I'm driving to school one morning, late October . I was commuting to Northwestern State University on Tues. and Thurs. , 80 miles from Shv., La. I saw the two deer in the ditch down from the shoulder up ahead, just standing there....eh, cool I thought.
     Until one decided to jump in front of me. Brand new car, 3,000 miles on the odometer, MY new car!
I blew my top, glad I was alone. So p'sd off, I turned back home.
I was lucky, The plastic grill was shattered and the header panel was bent but no damage to the hood,fenders, condenser or radiator. I guess the massive front bumper helped. And the deer didn't go over the hood, just bounced directly forward.
...life...

[Don R]

 My wife's uncle drove a dumpster truck, he found a car parked in his way and went in the store found the owner of it and asked them to move it. They told him to piss off.
 He was close to retirement and decided to end his accident-free driving record that day. He went back out and while maneuvering, his foot slipped off the clutch moving the car out of the way. 

[jlh3rd]

My wife's uncle drove a dumpster truck, he found a car parked in his way and went in the store found the owner of it and asked them to move it. They told him to piss off.
 He was close to retirement and decided to end his accident-free driving record that day. He went back out and while maneuvering, his foot slipped off the clutch moving the car out of the way.

lol...I like that...
There were a few times I kicked the doors of cars that pulled in front of me back then when riding my motorcycle.
mid 1970's...not bragging...just young, bold and applying my interpretation of justice....

[HondaMan]

In 1974 I got up one morning in my 3rd-story apartment and walked out on the balcony to look down where my bike was parked. It was laying flat out on its right side, next to a brand new (paper license plates) dark blue 4-door of some kind halfway in my parking slot on the left side of the bike.

I finished my breakfast and walked out to right the bike to inspect the damage, noting that the right front headlight bezel of this blue vehicle had a small scratch on it where he had hit my 750's Vetter Lowers (left side) to tip it off the sidestand during the night. I didn't think that was testimony enough, so I stood the bike up and somehow the left handlebar grip hit the car's outside right mirror and poked out the center of my Turismo grip (it's still that way) and broke the mirror off its stalk as it also bent the sheet metal inward under the mirror's mount. Then the Vetter creased the blue paint just ahead of the car's door. I had to roll the bike forward 3 feet to clear the car.

Then I got on and rode to work. Never saw that car again.

[grcamna2]

In 1974 I got up one morning in my 3rd-story apartment and walked out on the balcony to look down where my bike was parked. It was laying flat out on its right side, next to a brand new (paper license plates) dark blue 4-door of some kind halfway in my parking slot on the left side of the bike.

I finished my breakfast and walked out to right the bike to inspect the damage, noting that the right front headlight bezel of this blue vehicle had a small scratch on it where he had hit my 750's Vetter Lowers (left side) to tip it off the sidestand during the night. I didn't think that was testimony enough, so I stood the bike up and somehow the left handlebar grip hit the car's outside right mirror and poked out the center of my Turismo grip (it's still that way) and broke the mirror off its stalk as it also bent the sheet metal inward under the mirror's mount. Then the Vetter creased the blue paint just ahead of the car's door. I had to roll the bike forward 3 feet to clear the car.

Then I got on and rode to work. Never saw that car again.

I'm sorry to hear you didn't follow-up with the blue vehicle Mark.

[jlh3rd]

In 1974 I got up one morning in my 3rd-story apartment and walked out on the balcony to look down where my bike was parked. It was laying flat out on its right side, next to a brand new (paper license plates) dark blue 4-door of some kind halfway in my parking slot on the left side of the bike.

I finished my breakfast and walked out to right the bike to inspect the damage, noting that the right front headlight bezel of this blue vehicle had a small scratch on it where he had hit my 750's Vetter Lowers (left side) to tip it off the sidestand during the night. I didn't think that was testimony enough, so I stood the bike up and somehow the left handlebar grip hit the car's outside right mirror and poked out the center of my Turismo grip (it's still that way) and broke the mirror off its stalk as it also bent the sheet metal inward under the mirror's mount. Then the Vetter creased the blue paint just ahead of the car's door. I had to roll the bike forward 3 feet to clear the car.

Then I got on and rode to work. Never saw that car again.

I couldn't have finished my breakfast...😁

[Kevin]

In 1974 I got up one morning in my 3rd-story apartment and walked out on the balcony to look down where my bike was parked. It was laying flat out on its right side, next to a brand new (paper license plates) dark blue 4-door of some kind halfway in my parking slot on the left side of the bike.

I finished my breakfast and walked out to right the bike to inspect the damage, noting that the right front headlight bezel of this blue vehicle had a small scratch on it where he had hit my 750's Vetter Lowers (left side) to tip it off the sidestand during the night. I didn't think that was testimony enough, so I stood the bike up and somehow the left handlebar grip hit the car's outside right mirror and poked out the center of my Turismo grip (it's still that way) and broke the mirror off its stalk as it also bent the sheet metal inward under the mirror's mount. Then the Vetter creased the blue paint just ahead of the car's door. I had to roll the bike forward 3 feet to clear the car.

Then I got on and rode to work. Never saw that car again.

I wish I could keep my cool like you did!



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[HondaMan]

In 1974 I got up one morning in my 3rd-story apartment and walked out on the balcony to look down where my bike was parked. It was laying flat out on its right side, next to a brand new (paper license plates) dark blue 4-door of some kind halfway in my parking slot on the left side of the bike.

I finished my breakfast and walked out to right the bike to inspect the damage, noting that the right front headlight bezel of this blue vehicle had a small scratch on it where he had hit my 750's Vetter Lowers (left side) to tip it off the sidestand during the night. I didn't think that was testimony enough, so I stood the bike up and somehow the left handlebar grip hit the car's outside right mirror and poked out the center of my Turismo grip (it's still that way) and broke the mirror off its stalk as it also bent the sheet metal inward under the mirror's mount. Then the Vetter creased the blue paint just ahead of the car's door. I had to roll the bike forward 3 feet to clear the car.

Then I got on and rode to work. Never saw that car again.

I wish I could keep my cool like you did!



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...that was the hard part, but I didn't know if the owner was nearby...
The fact that there was no further 'action' from the owner told me he/she didn't live in the apartments there. Made me wonder if it was a 'he' or a 'she' who wasn't supposed to have been there? Never can tell...