It hasn't rained here in over 100 days so it's been quite a while since I had to wash my car. Most of those days have been spent with the top down, so the interior was starting to look like a plowed spud field!! So early yesterday morning, I pulled the car over to the large side of the garage and dug out my cleaning supplies. It was a bit chilly yesterday morning, so I shut the garage door and turned on the heater. I spent a couple of hours spiffying up the interior and called it good. Later, my son came by the house and had to run out to the garage to borrow a tool. He came back and said "c'mere Dad". I followed him to the back of the car and I had missed by a half an inch of getting the car in the garage far enough. The garage door had hit the rear bumper and put a huge gouge down it. I was sick to my stomach. The paint on this car was PERFECT! No door dings, no rock chips, nothing. And now this. I'm sure it's going to run me a good $500 now to get it fixed and painted. But I get sick everytime I go out and see it. I can't believe I didn't check to see if I was in far enough. I ALWAYS do that! Well...almost always I guess....