Sitting in five days of Green Belt training, rather have a root canal.
Then my son called. He found a 6" half circle crack in the windshield of his 2008 GTi this morning. Rats. His girlfriend takes the car to the store, calls him up "The trunk won't open." She starts yawing on it.
The crack was caused by a chunk of red brick, how it got on the windshield is unknown, but it bounced to the trunk. It wedged itself in the trunk/body gap. She pulled on it finally opening the trunk but buggered up the paint etc.
She calls back, "trunk won't close". The same pristine bullet got into the bottom of the trunk and kept it from closing. Not being technical or a car person, she honks on the trunk to close it. More damage.
He sold a motorcycle but couldn't get it up the ramp due to the ramp's slipperiness and torrential downpour. Two cops helped him push it up the ramp. The purchaser of the bike wants to go for a ride, he's sporting a bicycle helmet. By the way the guy approached the bike, it was obvious he had never even sat on one before.
Yikes.
I fell better, going back to class and draw some pictures in the notebook.
Dan
