Just got back from a weekend away with the Mrs. Our first break alone since having the kids. Got a deal on the Ultimate Weekender at Butlins in Minehead. Got held up in traffic for an hour and a half due to an accident involving an orange Focus ST with stripes and an Audi A4 estate. Both cars were totalled and blocked both lanes of the road, hope occupants were all okay as it looked bad. Got to Minehead no problems and enjoyed the nice twisty roads around Minehead. Got up the next day and went to my car to discover:-
Obviously the local seagulls found the car most attractive. So the bra doesn't work as a bird scarer then.
Decided that I needed to get rid of the bird crap asap and went to Bridgewater. Found a car park where they were doing hand washes. Looked at some of the cars they had finished and looked acceptable. Left the car there and they said it would be done in an hour. Came back and found a huge black line on drivers side bump strip, rear wheel and bumper. Of course none of the car washers had seen or heard anything, even said that the mark was there when I arrived. Knowsit it wasn't. Anyway after they polished off the black marks discovered the extent of the damage:-
Oh well! Time to get philosophical about it and not waste negative thoughts on the blind t**t who parks by feel that caused this. So having survived the bird pooh eroding the paintwork scare, the washing by someone else than me and the scrape down the side, thought that this was enough for the weekend and nothing worse could happen and indeed how fortunate I was that the car was okay really and I was feeling like s**t due to a heavy cold.
To cap it all the main act that evening was f**king Chico time.
So drove home today. stopped at Street so that the missus could enjoy some retail therapy. Driving back to Southampton got stuck behind a lorry struggling to do 40. Managed to pull out to overtake when this happened:-
A stone thrown up from the wheel of the lorry I was following hit the windscreen. The sound woke the missus up and didn't do my blood pressure much good either. Well at least I made it home without the cracks getting any worse.
I suppose I am either the luckiest or unluckiest bloke at the moment.
The moral of this story, if there is one, is to prove that old myth wrong that it is lucky if a bird s***s on you. (I think!)
Obviously the local seagulls found the car most attractive. So the bra doesn't work as a bird scarer then.
Decided that I needed to get rid of the bird crap asap and went to Bridgewater. Found a car park where they were doing hand washes. Looked at some of the cars they had finished and looked acceptable. Left the car there and they said it would be done in an hour. Came back and found a huge black line on drivers side bump strip, rear wheel and bumper. Of course none of the car washers had seen or heard anything, even said that the mark was there when I arrived. Knowsit it wasn't. Anyway after they polished off the black marks discovered the extent of the damage:-
Oh well! Time to get philosophical about it and not waste negative thoughts on the blind t**t who parks by feel that caused this. So having survived the bird pooh eroding the paintwork scare, the washing by someone else than me and the scrape down the side, thought that this was enough for the weekend and nothing worse could happen and indeed how fortunate I was that the car was okay really and I was feeling like s**t due to a heavy cold.
To cap it all the main act that evening was f**king Chico time.
So drove home today. stopped at Street so that the missus could enjoy some retail therapy. Driving back to Southampton got stuck behind a lorry struggling to do 40. Managed to pull out to overtake when this happened:-
A stone thrown up from the wheel of the lorry I was following hit the windscreen. The sound woke the missus up and didn't do my blood pressure much good either. Well at least I made it home without the cracks getting any worse.
I suppose I am either the luckiest or unluckiest bloke at the moment.
The moral of this story, if there is one, is to prove that old myth wrong that it is lucky if a bird s***s on you. (I think!)