Crash Gordon lives on

As my luck with new cars continues, in true historical fashion, I hit a concrete building with my car.  I was at the Pet Adoption Center and had just finished pulling a volunteer shift doing computer work.  I was backing out slowly and obviously not paying close enough attention.  Before I knew it, I heard a loud scrape and felt the jolt of the car.

I couldn't make myself get out to see the damage but I did see the wall was just fine.  I cringed and drove away with a sick feeling in my stomach about my car.  I had visualized the entire bumper crashed in and a ripple down the rear fender.

I went to the grocery store, took a deep breath and took a peek.  It wasn't as bad as it could have been. Just a huge scrape and lots of missing paint in a very artistic scratchy way.

When Philip saw it, he said the photo doesn't do it justice and it is horrible.  Thanks sweetie!  I took it to my body shop I always go too and decided to not make an insurance claim.  While it will be expensive to fix, I will risk having my insurance rates increase for the next 10  years.

Luckily Jack (the body man) can get me in on Monday.  So I am taking it in before I leave on a business trip to San Francisco.  It should be done when I get home.  Fingers crossed.  And then it will be all better and I can once again be proud of my pretty car.  One of these days, I will get used to the back up camera.  Those new fangled things are beyond me.  :-)