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It's already damaged.
He bought his first SRT during a snowstorm. It was tricky getting home (not much traction) and he commented that this was not a car to drive in the snow. During spring break, he left it at the dealership to have the brakes checked. Two of the mechanics took it for a test drive and flipped the car. No one was hurt, but the car was totaled. He was out of town on business when a police officer came to our house to have me sign the police report. My heart has never beat faster.
The new car, as it sat in our driveway, was damaged.
His second SRT stayed with us through its lease, but I began to think the car was jinxed. Two times my husband was rear-ended (once because of a duck, the other by a new driver hitting the car behind him). He knew the first name of the receptionist at the body shop by the end of the car's lease.
The new car was scratched, purposefully.
This year he waited six months for the newest SRT to be built. We've had it for less than a month. Last night he discovered a scratch on the back of the trunk and a wad of gum at the end of the scratch. He thinks it was done in our driveway, in broad daylight. He felt so disgusted last night.
Why does someone have to ruin something nice?
It's a scratch that can be fixed, but we can't figure out why someone would do something like that. It does hang over the sidewalk when it's parked. Are there really bored teens? The questions will never be answered.