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Another car post

Before everyone begins to think that my car is my life, let me just say this will probably be the final post about it. I just got back from a trip to Greece and Turkey - will post about that separately - but right before I left on the trip, my new car was desecrated.

Okay, maybe that is a strong word. It was marred, dented while parked. And the offender didn't even bother to leave a note. I am guessing that he/she probably lacked insurance, considering the neighborhood where the incident occurred.

I only write about this because nearly the exact same thing happened to my previous car. I had purchased the Taurus used, but only three years old. A few weeks after buying the car, I had gone to a yard sale, parked on the street, and some woman backed out of her driveway and gouged it. It was rather minor, the car was inexpensive, so I never got it fixed.

So here with my new Subaru, only had it a month, went to a Board meeting at our neighborhood ministry, parked on the street, and someone hit it. At least I think that's where it occurred. I can't be sure because I didn't notice it until the next day.

Because this is a nicer car, cost three times as much as the Taurus, I am definitly going to get it fixed. But I just wonder at the coincidence between the two events. Rather odd.

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