My poor poor van. It has taken so much abuse. Mostly from me. I have backed into a parked car, hit a van pulling into a parking spot, hit a cement berm in a parking lot. Then add to that the Honda technician who took it for a test drive after a brake repair only to get nailed by another driver. Oh yeah, and the cooler I hit driving to Utah a few years back. Well, Derek (the best driver in the family according to our children and to him), had a little incident this week. Black Beauty (that's his truck) gave my van a little kiss (or as my friend described it, a full on makeout session).
I (in his defense) had parked my van in a place I don't usually park it. And (also in his defense) it was 2:50 am and he was on his way to work. But he said, NO, don't defend it. I just shouldn't have backed without looking. So, if you see me rocking a rental car you'll know why. But don't mention it to Derek. His cop buddies are already giving him enough grief. 
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