Saga Of The Precious Porsche

Noooooooooo!!!

The picture tells the whole story. A neighbor’s daughter came home one night driving way too fast, missed her driveway, and “parked” her car in my driveway. Unfortunately, I had already parked the Precious Porsche in my driveway. And it is only at the theoretical quantum scale that two things can occupy the same physical space simultaneously. It is especially unpleasant because this was my first Porsche and I kept it after I sold off all the others because it was just so amazing to drive. As for repairs? Don’t even. If you think it is a nightmare trying to find a competent mechanic to work on a Porsche, and it is, then finding a competent body shop to unbend the frame is a whole other level of existential suffering. So if anybody knows where I can get a good supply of Porsche Unobtanium…

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