Oh...and I couldn’t see any dings on Oz...and the rubbed spot where the lady hit it isn’t too bad. Just a black rubber transfer.
I’m kind of dreading the day something like that happens to thenewlittlecar. It’s bound to happen sooner or later, but...ugh.
In a lot of ways, fun as it is to have something new, I can’t wait until it’s five or six or ten years old. Kinda like having a new musical instrument - I’m a lot more comfortable once it’s well broken in, and once it’s gotten the first ding.