vanzep, Good morning, Nick and thanks for the suggestion. Trouble with that solution is that I'd get just as anal about another Prelude as I am about the Blue Beauty. Ha ha, I don't know if my brain can take any more fretting about double the work, although you're absolutely right, Jason would love me even more. I'm sure I paid for his his family's trip to Australia last year.
The reason I'm thinking about this is because I'm sick and #%&*%#!# tired of idiots outside my office, that seem incapable of parking their car without scratching mine. Absolute pillocks. The Malaysian style is to approach a bay at 70mph in a Starsky and Hutch stylee, then swerve in, hopefully stopping somewhere in the yellow lines as clearly marked. However, the 'stopping somewhere' I just mentioned may or may not include actually being between the lines. The favoured option is to park with 3mm clearance to my car, then whack open their door against mine and proceed to squeeze themselves out, rubbing my door's paint as they extricate themselves. Idiots. Oh yeah, and when they're out, in this tiny corridor they've created, they then proceed to walk into my door mirror and knock it out of kilter.
If you'll indulge me a minute or so longer to continue this rant, then if it's a lady driver, the positioning will be the same but for added selfishness, they'll drag their bloody handbags down the length of the door and front wing leaving a pleasant scratch from the various Gucci/ Chanel branding trinkets that hang from their bags. Arrgghhhhhhh.
So there's plenty of crappy Protons I could pick up and use as my 'taxi' to work, leaving it outside and not giving a monkey's toss who bangs into it. Sorted. No stress and a reasonably relaxed day at work.
Actually, an old banger would be great at junctions here as well. Drivers hate waiting in queues and love to come alongside at lights so bloody close you wouldn't believe it. They really do place me in the position where it's up to me if I want to damage my car or let them in. If I had some crappy old banger, they could try that nasty trick, but would receive a hell of a shock as I refuse to give way, and leave a massive great gouge down the side of their (invariably) Toyota Vellfire.
crxdriver, I'm afraid it's not in a garage, I park in on the drive but backed in under an overhang. Only the nose of the car is actually in the sun and rain.
Rant over, time for a ciggy and calm down. Ommmmmmmmmmm...
