My poor max got hit in the street a few weeks ago. I got it fixed (about 280 bucks), figured I would leave it at home where it will have a nice garage and wide streets to drive on so there won't be another moron hitting it at night and fleeing (Streets near UCLA are TINY).

Guess what, little brother was driving it tonight (doh), got in an accident. Don't know who's at fault, etc. Parents just went to pick him up. Grr...

Okay, it wasn't my max. I just had a my wisdom teeth pulled today so I wasn't really aware of the cars and events around my house! =)

 

See I "BARELY" let my brothers drive my car. BARELY my parents, i cant stand to know that they might curb damage my wheels while parellel parking or just get hit.

But then again I let me fiance drive it whenever she wants....... and she aint the "best" driver.

 

Okay, I am sorry to have over-reacted. He wasn't driving my Max. Woohoo, but he was driving my replacement car ('97 Escort). So now I either don't have a car or will have to risk my Max on the narrow street again. =) I guess that's a blessing, plus my brother wasn't hurt. That bastard driver was lying through his teeth saying my brother ran a red light though. I hate those.

Sorry to have made a mistake.

 

I know what you mean. Whenever my dad wants to drive my car it comes back with some new paint chip or little scratch. The only one I can trust driving my car is my brother. I have a feeling he drives really aggressive in my car, but I know he'll take care of it. He'd go nuts if he got a scratch on my car.