Had the car now, 14 months, been soooo careful, don't park near kerbs, leave plenty of room when parking, to get out/in. Then on Sat, parking up at Pet's R us (or whatever), pull into the space, bags of room either side, reversed back a little to line it up, pulled forward, then it happened, the most awful sound in the world, a crunching/scrapping, coming from the front. First thought "caught the number plate", then realised, nope, number plate sitting right on the edge of its plinth, so as not to catch anything. Get out, to a sight of fibre glass and paint, scrapped off the front of the car. Looking liked I took sand paper to it. On kneeling down to look, you can now see through the body work, through the nice hole, I put in it.
Felt sick as a parrot (never really understood that phrase), wanted to go home there and then. The worst part..I DID IT...no one else to blame, no one to scream at, what a tube I felt....ah well another body work repair to add to the list (have blistered peeling paint, just above drivers door lock) and the obvious stone chips.
Whinge over, cheers for that, you could tell the wife was tired of hearing me, cursing under my breath and being a tad nippy...
