Last night Rob and I checked out a flex car and drove down to the drive-in movie theater in Newburg. It was sold out, so we came home and rented a movie. While we were watching it, we heard a loud crash outside. I thought it might be a gunshot, but Rob thought it sounded like a car ran into a telephone pole. He went outside to check, at 11:02 p.m. (I checked) but didn’t see anything. So he came back in and we finished watching the movie.
It turns out we were both wrong. The sound we heard was someone running into our truck. We found it this morning as we were about to loan it to Wayne so he could run some errands that required a little more trunk space than the average Miata has. Rob has phoned the insurance company and the police, but neither of us have hopes of anything coming of it. It’s probably just enough damage to eat our deductible without actually getting the insurance company to pay for it.
