One morning around 2014 I got up early, scrapped the ice off my windshield, ran the defrost so I could see clearly out of the window (this was not the norm for me back then) and promptly slid down a 2-3 ft hill (I’m using hill VERY loosely here) less than 200 yards from my front door into a small fence going like maybe 2 miles per hour because the apartment complex hadn’t had the parking lot salted the night before or plowed that morning. Still got to work on time though, though the body shop bill was about $350 for the repairs.
For YEARS my dream was to own a home mainly for the garage so I’d never have to scape my windshield again.
Haha. Yeah you’re like a lot of my neighbors. Fill your garage with shit you don’t need so it looks tacky as fuck and park your car in the street to make sure you’re in other people’s way.
One morning around 2014 I got up early, scrapped the ice off my windshield, ran the defrost so I could see clearly out of the window (this was not the norm for me back then) and promptly slid down a 2-3 ft hill (I’m using hill VERY loosely here) less than 200 yards from my front door into a small fence going like maybe 2 miles per hour because the apartment complex hadn’t had the parking lot salted the night before or plowed that morning. Still got to work on time though, though the body shop bill was about $350 for the repairs.
For YEARS my dream was to own a home mainly for the garage so I’d never have to scape my windshield again.
That’s not what garages are for. They’re for storing all of the crap you definitely need.
What else are you supposed to do with those girlscouts always knocking on your door.
Eat them? Tastes great like Oreos with Milk
Good point, remote start was made for not having to scrape windshields.
Haha. Yeah you’re like a lot of my neighbors. Fill your garage with shit you don’t need so it looks tacky as fuck and park your car in the street to make sure you’re in other people’s way.
Found the bitter asshole neighbor who just glares out the window at everyone
I built a house with a garage. I laugh at the frostbitten peasant cruisers on a cold morning.
Sometimes I wash my car an hour before a thunderstorm. You can get away with these things.
I like to just sit in my garage and think about things.
After awhile I turn the car off.