Somebody damaged my previously undamaged parked car this week while I wasn't around and then drove off. Walked out on tuesday after work and the whole front corner is smashed in like 6 inches and it is maybe a foot or so across. Broke one light and it came close to pushing the wheel well into the tire. Now the truth is, its a '99 cavalier. Its really nothing to show off anyway, but for perspective let me explain my last car.
The driver side door did not open. I would pretend to put things in the passenger side when there were a lot of people around, then look around and jump in and across. The exhaust system was held together by a hanger found in the winter slush of a gas station parking lot when I heard the muffler dragging on the ground and crawled under there to fix it. The warning lights on the dash flashed on and off from time to time, they probably should have been on to say that something wasn't working, but they weren't working either. The speedometer needle laid dead at 0 mph no matter how fast I went, although every now and then it would flick up and fall back down just to give me hope and then shatter it. About half of the exterior was covered in rust. If and when I was able to start it, it made several noises that it shouldn't have.
So the last few years I've thoroughly appreciated driving around in an undamaged '99 cavalier. The point is, that on tuesday, I was basically feeling very sorry for myself due to this minor damage.
Then I thought, in these words,
"I bet there are people in Nepal crying themselves to sleep over this."
Ok partner, I thought, thats the right train of thought.
Ryan
DrClckWrk
The driver side door did not open. I would pretend to put things in the passenger side when there were a lot of people around, then look around and jump in and across. The exhaust system was held together by a hanger found in the winter slush of a gas station parking lot when I heard the muffler dragging on the ground and crawled under there to fix it. The warning lights on the dash flashed on and off from time to time, they probably should have been on to say that something wasn't working, but they weren't working either. The speedometer needle laid dead at 0 mph no matter how fast I went, although every now and then it would flick up and fall back down just to give me hope and then shatter it. About half of the exterior was covered in rust. If and when I was able to start it, it made several noises that it shouldn't have.
So the last few years I've thoroughly appreciated driving around in an undamaged '99 cavalier. The point is, that on tuesday, I was basically feeling very sorry for myself due to this minor damage.
Then I thought, in these words,
"I bet there are people in Nepal crying themselves to sleep over this."
Ok partner, I thought, thats the right train of thought.
Ryan
DrClckWrk