As the good husband I am. I have always drove the shitboxes while the wife and kids get to roam around in the  nicer SUVs. My little Chevy sonic finally bit the dust so I finally upgraded to a 2022 Civic Sport Touring. And I am in love with it, all the features (which I guess are mostly standard now) make it feel like a space ship. Most notable... Cruise control and brake hold. Oh man... What a blessing. 

The other day on a causal drive taking my son to an appt, I slowly turn into the parking lot since it's got a massive hill at the entrance, and just as my back tires start crossing the sidewalk. I hear a loud slam and look over my shoulder and see a masked individual plastered against my rear passenger door window. I park the car and hop out to find a 18 year old kid getting up, checked on him. Turns out he was absolutely jamming on his ebike on the sidewalk and somehow didn't see me until the last second. And due to his exceptionally bald tires could not stop in time. Called the cops, they said "eh, just exchange information unless he needs an ambulance.". He told me he didn't need one. And he apologized for the damage to the car. And told me he would have his mom get ahold of me. We exchanged numbers and he scooted off. So after just under a month of having the car. Off to the body shop it goes. Glad the kid was alright though. But what a pain in the ass. 

Got my 1st nice car.. got hit.