to the body shop . . .
Finally got the "ok" to bring my chevy in to get the side-swipe fixed on the driver's side. The door is creased a little . . . it makes my stomach hurt thinkin' about it. I can only look at this side. Of coarse, my body man looks at it and says - "No problem, we'll get it fixed - just be calm - everything will be alright." Whew. I feel better now.
Posted by Noot