My friends mother did the same thing - opened the garage door. drove in and kept going!
I have accidents like that all the time. The first day I drove work when I got my licence, in my lovely little 1970 Hilman Hunter that my dad bought me (called Bob) - I hit the pole in the car park. My friends mother witnessed the whole thing and I was mortified.
Some 30 years later, my son came home and having smashed the whole side of the car in - when HE hit the pole he kept going!!
It is still there, a wopping big dent on all panels passenger side. He asked me what we should do, and I just said, 'nothing mate , so long as you are all right'. It even has a good spin - Now when I get dents in the car I dont worry - the more the merrier! Does get a little embarrassing at times though. I valet park at the airport when I am off to the country and they seem to make me wait interminably while all the BMW, Mercedes and other black cars are brought up. Then up comes my clapped up brum brum, with the dents (partially covered by grey primer that my father insisted on applying to stop rust ), and the squeaky brakes. Sigh. I did cringe a little I must say.
Why doesnt someone pinch the bloody thing for me!!!
