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So Mother's Day we were in Melbourne, at my sister-in-law's place with the rest of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shazgirl's family, when there's a knock at the door. Gaylene's defacto goes and answers the door, comes back a few moments later and says, "Danny, someone's just backed into your car."
I go to the door and the young woman, who is looking very upset, starts apologising. I ask her if anyone was hurt, she says no, and I tell her that's all that matters, anything else can be sorted. We head out to my car, and I'm expecting that she's backed into the door or a fender. She's apologising the whole time.
"Any idea where you hit?" I say, unable to see any damage.
"The bumper bar."
I look. Some of the dirt from the Nullarbor trip has been scraped off, and there is a kind of dark rubbery mark. I wipe at it with my hand and it comes straight off, as does more dirt. The girl is still apologising. Defacto-in-law comes out with his camera, and asks if I want a photo taken of the damage.
I point to the shiny, undamaged chrome where I've just wiped away the mark and a layer of dirt and say, "Yeah, get a pic, it's never been that clean before."
I assure the woman that there is no damage done, then my curiosity kicks in - can I see her car? It's a newish vehicle, maybe two or three years old. The car wasn't even running when she hit me, she just took the handbrake off and let the gentle slope of her driveway carry her out. There's a hole in her bumper bar. The material has actually been torn open by a very low speed impact with my car. She's going to have to get a new bumper, she's probably up for around $1200. Her indicator is also smashed.
She wants to exchange details, she's still worried about my old bomb. I tell her that there's obviously no problem, but if I do find one, she lives across the road from my relatives, they can collect her details. She calms down a little. We say goodbye and head inside.
When Shaz and I come to leave, I notice the bits of her broken indicator on the ground next to my car, and can't help but feel a bit guilty...
...and just a little triumphant!
Go the Belwood!
shazgirl's family, when there's a knock at the door. Gaylene's defacto goes and answers the door, comes back a few moments later and says, "Danny, someone's just backed into your car."I go to the door and the young woman, who is looking very upset, starts apologising. I ask her if anyone was hurt, she says no, and I tell her that's all that matters, anything else can be sorted. We head out to my car, and I'm expecting that she's backed into the door or a fender. She's apologising the whole time.
"Any idea where you hit?" I say, unable to see any damage.
"The bumper bar."
I look. Some of the dirt from the Nullarbor trip has been scraped off, and there is a kind of dark rubbery mark. I wipe at it with my hand and it comes straight off, as does more dirt. The girl is still apologising. Defacto-in-law comes out with his camera, and asks if I want a photo taken of the damage.
I point to the shiny, undamaged chrome where I've just wiped away the mark and a layer of dirt and say, "Yeah, get a pic, it's never been that clean before."
I assure the woman that there is no damage done, then my curiosity kicks in - can I see her car? It's a newish vehicle, maybe two or three years old. The car wasn't even running when she hit me, she just took the handbrake off and let the gentle slope of her driveway carry her out. There's a hole in her bumper bar. The material has actually been torn open by a very low speed impact with my car. She's going to have to get a new bumper, she's probably up for around $1200. Her indicator is also smashed.
She wants to exchange details, she's still worried about my old bomb. I tell her that there's obviously no problem, but if I do find one, she lives across the road from my relatives, they can collect her details. She calms down a little. We say goodbye and head inside.
When Shaz and I come to leave, I notice the bits of her broken indicator on the ground next to my car, and can't help but feel a bit guilty...
...and just a little triumphant!
Go the Belwood!
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The other car - brand new - had a huge gash down its side where I'd tried to be clever and turn/back out the opposite way than when I'd parked. I was so upset ... and I tell you what, the woman who drove it told me airily "Don't worry, cause it's my husband's car." A few weeks after while we were trying to get the insurance details sorted, I spoke to the husband...
Let's just say, I'm never being clever with a parked car again!
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Being the enthusiast he was, dad pulled the bumper off to panelbeat out the dent.
Clawhammer: Boooing! Nothing. Dent 1 Dad 0
Ball Pean: Boooing! Nothing. Dent 2 Dad 0
Mini Sledge: Booing! Nothing. Dent 3 Dad 0
Full sized Sledge: Booing! Nothing. Dent 4 Dad 0
Oxy gear and MUCH swearing: Fssssh! Nothing. Dad gives up at this point.
To this day he keeps waiting to hear the story of a car crusher destroyed by a rogue Beetle Bumper with one tiny dent.
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