Thursday morning, my wife was backing her Escape out of the garage with the rear passenger door open. The garage is fine. The rear door isn't. The Escape goes into the shop on Tuesday.
Early Friday morning, my daughter and a deer had a difference of opinion. She managed to get her '99 Mystique home, but the hood is crumpled, the plastic grille smashed.
That leaves my two '93 Mustangs.
It's funny to watch my girls making plans over who's going to drive CFrog when. (CFrog is the GT convertible with automatic. TFrog is the LX hatch with stick, and nobody's fighting over that one.)
My wife commented today that there's no problem merging onto the highway in the Mustang. Duh. I'm not worried that she's going to become a Mustang convert, though - she's used to sitting up much higher and likes that about the Escape. And she's worried that the Mustang has too MUCH power - interesting point of view, that.
But, come Tuesday when my wife gets her loaner car, CFrog goes to daughter. That's when I start to worry. The first pretty day, she's going to want to drop the top, and she'll probably enjoy the hell out of it.
Two smashed vehicles and two 15-year-old Mustangs that have never been smacked. Who's laughing now?
dwight (Oh, and for those who believe that trouble comes in threes, our laptop hard drive "crashed" last week, too. That's gotta count.)