I went out to wash my 350z this afternoon to get it ready for a local Z car show tomorrow. I look up and see my C43 so I figure I’ll give it a quick wash first. So I did and it looked as good as always. Wife had to run a quick erand and takes my car. I had just parked out in front of my house. People don’t park their cars on the street in my neighborhood so I always like being the only one and admiring it. I remeber listening to her turn the car on and driving off. Man it sounds good. Love those cold starts, just growls.
5 minutes later she calls me w the dreaded words “don’t get mad but.... you car...I......your car”. She can’t get it out. I’m like are you ok? She says she is. She finally tells me she clipped a curb and broke my bumper. She was expecting me to be so upset. But I wasn’t. I just wanted her to be ok. I told her to finish her errand and come home. She kept asking me why I wasn’t upset. I said it’s just a car. In my mind I’m thinking thank goodness it wasn’t my Z.
When she gets home I can hear my car coming down the street. I can hear her slow down more than usual as she pulls in and comes down the driveway. I didn’t even look at the car. I just hugged her and told her not to worry. At this point my kids are outside and about to take my temperature because they know how car crazy I am. I didn’t act like I’m supposed to. Or rather how I was expected to. And that was it.
So what did I do today not detailing related? I hugged my wife and don’t care that my car got a bloody lip. I’ll get it fixed. I really want a c63 or something ending w a 63 so maybe this is a sign

. I also realized that maybe I take this car stuff too seriously.
Oh yeah, I called the Insurance company too. They’ll come have a look next week.
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