So I'm going to tell you guys a story. It may be long winded, but hey, let me have it. This morning I walked out to my car, all excited to get some breakfast with my fiance (Rob). On my side, front, and back WRX emblems, I used pink plasti-dip to make it look like cotton candy and I love it. Anyway, I walk out to this...
Now, I'm dumb struck that someone would just hit my beautiful car, leave, and not leave a note. While I'm still standing there in total awe of what happened, Rob walked around to see if anyone else had a damaged car. Low and behold, right across the street from where I live, there is a tan early 2000s Chevy Impala that strangely has blue and pink markings on his passenger side back bumper.
Try and think of how many cars you've seen that happen to have this color scheme, and you'll quickly conclude that this idiot is the culprit. (He didn't even try to buff it out).
After calling the police for a report, we kindly knock on their door and tell them the situation. Well, this guy totally refused to believe that he hit my car and began saying that it was either his mother or that I hit his car. Seriously, you freaking tool? I'm not an expert at physics by any means, but having my tire line up perfectly with the other lines is pretty evident that my car was parked and was not moved. Not to mention, it's BEHIND my wheel. When the police officer got there, my neighbor denied it constantly and kept on blaming me. My blood was boiling more and more with each stupid word that came out of his lying mouth. Since the cop warned him that a hit and run is a crime, he would be arrested if a witness comes forth but he gets out scott-free since he denied everything. The report concluded that it was a hit and run, which means I have to pay for the deductible that my neighbor so obviously did.
After everyone left, we confronted his mother who said it wasn't her since she just moved it earlier that morning, and then she said that he must of came home drunk. WHAT?! Nice one neighbors, stay classy.
I have since then, removed the small fender with the pink WRX emblem, since it was only being held on by one black plastic clip. So my car looks like a holy mess on my driver side. Also, I can't open my driver door because of how badly the front piece is bent, so I have to climb in through the passenger side. Glad I'm agile. Being a girl, this makes me feel like people will think I'm a horrible driver. : (
My memo to all Long Island/NY drivers, or people visiting LI, please excuse my ugly fender area until Wednesday, when I set up my appointment at the body shop. Subie love!