Someone hit my car last month. It might have been the jagoff with the California plates who parked within 12 inches of my driver’s side door in the pool parking lot, but I’m not certain. Regardless, whoever did it sideswiped my driver’s side mirror leaving deep white gouges. Naturally, this person didn’t leave a note to apologize or offer to pay for the damage.
It’s about time.
I bought this car early in 2020. Up until last month, the only damage on the car has been self-inflicted.
- The edge of the driver’s side door got nicked when I banged it against a gas station pump.
- I scraped the undercarriage of the front bumper several times on cement parking blocks in parking lots.
- The front cloth seats have “bleach spots” from my swimming gear and wet towels.
I plan to drive this car for a long time. As long as it doesn’t get wrecked, I envision driving it for 20 years. It’ll get banged up during that time for sure.
As long as the damage is only cosmetic, I won’t do much anything it because it doesn’t matter.
I learned this lesson after I moved to North Miami in 2001. In my first 3 months there, my car was hit no less than 10 times. Not one person ever left a note or offered to pay to repair the dings, dents, and scrapes.
I quickly realized that maintaining a flawless car was a fool’s errand. Someone would hit it in a parking lot, slam their door into it, bang it with a grocery cart bang or do a hit-and-run.
I prefer having a vehicle that is a little dinged up – just like me.