Gotta watch out for the balance of nature.
Yeah. I was happy with the car when it had a crease in the rear fender.
Dad wasn’t. He had it bumped out and painted for me.
My roommate promptly backed into a front fender.
Well, since then, My son skidded into a guardrail, we ended up with a green bumper, a red fender Of course the fender my roommate damaged was unscathed.
What the heck, replaced that one to, although it took months for one to show up at the junk yard, I even found one that was the same color as the rest of the car. Well almost, it was opalescent.
Mom gets it in her head to paint the front, ends up painting all of it.
Picked it up on Monday, transmission slips once on Tuesday and totally croaks on Wednesday.
I’m not allowing it to be painted again...