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So I'm sitting in a parking lot on the phone and chucklef*ck misses his turn. What looks like a minor cosmetic issue has become a $30K repair. I'm on week 3 of driving a rental Camry and life is not good.
Last edited by EJag66; Aug 15, 2025 at 06:05 PM.
Reason: vocabulary
Happened on wednesday. At this point I can only quote the Car Handbook from 1949 I have in my bookshelf:
"In order to maintain your motor car in a good and serviceable working condition, it is important to never allow your wife or your daughter drive your car."
I flat out congratulated my wife for the very last yards she'll drive my cars in foreseeable future. I'll be driving her RS6 and she'll take the bus until she, without any input or effort whatsoever from my part, has had the FS repaired.
My wife drove my continental speed for the first time yesterday in 2 years. I followed her for the 20 miles to the house and hoping we won’t go through that ordeal again.
My wife is usually a decent driver. She has driven lots of my cars over the years, from Cosworths and semi-exotics to highly modified GT-R:s and one summer I even let her loose with a 750bhp Supra for several weeks. However, she has issues with concentrating in what she's doing (she's got a D.Sc. in tech, absent-minded professor syndrome) and once she gets too comfortable with trivial tasks like driving certain cars, she gets careless. And that's exactly what happened here.
Oh well. New bumper cover, new fender panel, some professional paint matching and we should be done but I'm annoyed as f**k nevertheless.