Today, one month and one day after getting my new car it was involved in its first altercation. I decided to drive down to Houndstooth for delicious coffee and while I was sitting in the left turn lane on Airport waiting to turn onto 45th the guy behind me (who had successfully stopped) smacked the back of my car. Apparently his dog was misbehaving and he took his foot off the brake while dealing with that. It was a red Volvo S40 (hi Zach).
The only damage I can see is two bites in the bumper from where his license plate screws hit but some of the plastic in the little groove back there is actually broken so they’ll probably want to replace the whole thing. I didn’t even see it coming. I was just watching the light and the on-coming traffic.
