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Two stories -
1). My orginal Camaro that I owned. A 86 Z-28. I was 19 years old and I still was living at home at the time. We lived out in the country and I was dating a girl that lived about an hour away. On the way back from visiting her, it was really late and I started to get tired. I was about 5 miles from home when I started to nod off and went into the ditch on the right a little bit, I woke up but I over-corrected and went into the left ditch while spinning the car completely around. The car was high-centered in the ditch and I could tell that the dash had moved. In the middle of no where and this was way before the time of cell phones, I decided to try and get the car out of the ditch. I did, and putted home. The next morning I had found that the damage was way more than I expected. The front end was lifted up about 4 to 5 inches and the frame was bent. Barbed wire had scraped all the way around the car and ruined the paint job that I had recently got for it. I got the frame repaired and kept the car for another year, but it was never the same again.
2). I had a 90 300 ZX and was going home from work one morning (working nights). Sitting at a stop light and I can hear an awful scream coming from behind me. The scream is the screeching of tires as a old beat-up Ford pickup truck is bearing down behind me. The truck slammed into my car smashing the truck and rear quarter panels. I thought for sure it would be totaled, but it was fixed and I got a new paint job out of it. I sold it 3 years later because my wife and I started to have a family and that car didn't have a back seat.
Oh and Rogue Leader & Z24, sorry about the thefts. That really sucks. :(
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