Sigh. It was bound to happen sooner or later you know. I’m notorious for not being the world’s greatest driver, something I’m more than happy to admit to, and which also consequently means that should I decline moving your car out of the parking lot, it really is because there’s a pretty high chance of my damaging it, not because I don’t like you.
My problem is judging distance and space, which needless to say is quite the problem when travelling between two pillars or walls, say like at the entrance to my house’s front parking port.
In other words, and to be fair, this really was an accident waiting to happen, and I have to admit that I’m kind of impressed that I managed to avoid it for just over three years now!
Anyway, returning home from a quick shopping trip to Pick ‘n Pay yesterday afternoon, I swung into my driveway, wincing at the unexpected and horrible scraping sensation that uncharacteristically came along with it for a change.
My Hyundai Getz’s rear passenger wheel arch said hello to my pillar… and came off second best.