The day I passed my driving test and got my license in the 70’s, I asked Mum if I could drive to my Dad’s office by myself to tell him in person. When I got to his office, I pulled into a parking spot and . . . bumped the car parked in front of me. Damn. (There was no damage at all to either car and I didn’t say a thing to anyone.)
Since then, I have been in a couple of accidents on the road (only one was my fault), but I can honestly say I’ve never hit anything stationary. Not a garage door (like a neighbour once did), not a cement pillar (like my Dad once did), not a snow bank (like a friend once did), and not a road sign (like a high school buddy once did).
Well, I could say that was true, until I got here. My puir, peedie, wee car. Back in March I backed into a low wall in my cousin’s driveway. And yesterday, I backed into a 3′ high by 6′ x 6′ cement block in a field up on the cliffs – it was a field for God’s sake – how did I manage to hit the only manmade object for miles? And to truly add insult to injury, I didn’t know what the impact was of leaving bird poop on your car. I hadn’t noticed it on the rear passenger door – I have no idea how long it had been there – when I tried to clean it off, it seems guano will eat into a car’s paint job. Oh dear.
Well need I remind you of a tree stump one landed on in a motorhome we rented. To be fair, I saw the tree move into your path…..and we brilliantly removed ourselves from said stump.