True Confessions

Anyone who knew me during my early college days (the first 3 I think) and maybe my last year or two of high school, will know that I used to have a problem involving cars and poles. I had a tendency to hit one about once a year or so on the passenger side. Knowing my propensity for this egregious task, I was a bit leary of my parking space in my apartment complex, which two poles, both on that passenger side. Well, tonight, it finally happened. I cut it too close and rubbed the side of my car on the pole. To my surprise and great joy, I did not even dent the car, just a scratch on this black bar like thing that runs along the side of the car. They really knew how to make cars in the 80's!