Today I'm suiting up and looking at my mirrors thinking that maybe I'll etch a "Caution: Cagers are dumber than they appear" warning on the bottom of the glass, you know just for giggles.
Get to the barber shop for a haircut and for some reason, I'm thinking "I'd better park this right in the middle of the spot to minimize the risk that someone hits me."
Come out 20 minutes later to find that a minivan driver backed into what he thought was an empty space. Knocked it over, bent the taillight bracket, the license plate bracket, scratched up my 2 month old napoleons, scratched my newly polished and clear coated stator cover. The inevitable gas leak managed to finish off the crappy ass paint job from the PO.
This has been one crappy week overall since, well let's just say that my wife and I now have a "complicated relationship".
Just needing to vent I guess
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