[kach22i]

It's all admirable until some turd brain flings their door into your car and creases the heck out of it.

30 years ago I did my best to restore/save a 1966 Mustang.

It must have been less than two weeks after I helped paint it that the first door dings started showing up.

I was parking in the farthest most remote corners of the parking lots, but the a-holes always had a way of finding me.

I'll never go through that again, which is why I love my car the way it is.