NoTrespassing
Elite Member
When I was 16 I was driving my Dad's Chevy pickup with manual transmission and no power steering. I was at a ballgame in town and when I backed out of the parking spot the truck rolled back over the crown of the road and the bumper went right into a neighbors car door. I drove around the block and sure enough, it was dented with white paint from the bumper on it. I knew for sure I was dead, grounded, and could never drive the truck again. I went home and told my Dad what happened. He called the neighbor, a good friend of ours and he said he hadn't noticed it. He went out and looked and came back and told my Dad it was indeed dented. It was an old used car but we insisted on paying for it and getting it fixed. As I remember I didn't get in as much trouble as I thought I would.
Kevin
Kevin