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Yay, new dent!
So I was over at my boyfriends house tonight, watching Serenity with him and his wife, when his neighbor (we'll call him Bob) ran into my car.
Unfortunately, when backing out of his driveway, Bob completely missed the fact that there was a vehicle there. (Now, to be fair, it was quite dark out, and the area was very poorly lit. I completely understand how he could miss seing my '94 Celica.) He heard a weird popping noise, shrugged it off, and went about doing his errands. When he returned, he looked for the invisible noisemaker, and found *gasp* a car! He immediately fetched a flashlight to ascertain the amount of damage. Being a responsible human being, after he saw the (roughly) 8 inch diameter dent and paint damage, he came up to the house to alert us.
By this time, however, Serenity was over, and BF and I had retreated to the bedroom while his wife worked on her homework. She answered the door, and went out to take a look with him. She (rightly) decided that this was important enough to interrupt our cardio session, and kindly occupied the gentleman while I frantically searched for my clothing.
Once I was decently attired, I came out to see my poor car. Fortunately, it looks as though the dent can be popped back out rather than needing a replacement panel. I suspect it will need repainted though. Bob gave me his insurance info and cell number, along with an apology.
Stangely, I'm not too upset about it. I have actually been wanting to repaint the roof of my car because of sun damage (you know, bubbling, fading, and flaking paint) and the panel damaged is actually of a piece with the roof, so I have an excuse!
The downside? We never got back to our workout.
Unfortunately, when backing out of his driveway, Bob completely missed the fact that there was a vehicle there. (Now, to be fair, it was quite dark out, and the area was very poorly lit. I completely understand how he could miss seing my '94 Celica.) He heard a weird popping noise, shrugged it off, and went about doing his errands. When he returned, he looked for the invisible noisemaker, and found *gasp* a car! He immediately fetched a flashlight to ascertain the amount of damage. Being a responsible human being, after he saw the (roughly) 8 inch diameter dent and paint damage, he came up to the house to alert us.
By this time, however, Serenity was over, and BF and I had retreated to the bedroom while his wife worked on her homework. She answered the door, and went out to take a look with him. She (rightly) decided that this was important enough to interrupt our cardio session, and kindly occupied the gentleman while I frantically searched for my clothing.
Once I was decently attired, I came out to see my poor car. Fortunately, it looks as though the dent can be popped back out rather than needing a replacement panel. I suspect it will need repainted though. Bob gave me his insurance info and cell number, along with an apology.
Stangely, I'm not too upset about it. I have actually been wanting to repaint the roof of my car because of sun damage (you know, bubbling, fading, and flaking paint) and the panel damaged is actually of a piece with the roof, so I have an excuse!
The downside? We never got back to our workout.
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