Do firsts always come in threes?
I recently experienced my first ever run-in between my car a stationary object. The lamp post got off just fine, and the car didn’t fare that badly either, although a chunk of paint got scraped off the back bumper. I was kind of horrified because I figured it would lead to rust if I didn’t immediately get it patched up by a panel beater… and, you know, say goodbye to my disposable income for the month in the process.
That was until I found out that the bumper is, in fact, made of plastic, and is actually a slightly different colour than the rest of the car anyway thanks to a DIY paint job on the part of the previous owner. Armed with this reassuring knowledge, 6 different cans of mystery products, plus some scribbled instructions from the guy at the auto parts shop, I successfully carried out my first car spray painting fix.
As for the final thing in my trifecta of firsts, I made my first car trip out of Hobart since I moved here two weeks ago, albeit just over to Mornington. Car service time is looming and I had a day off, so I thought I might as well get it over and done with. I mean, maybe I also wanted to make absolutely certain that there was nothing to worry about with my amateur paint repair job. Of course, there wasn’t, but the mechanic’s amused face suggested something along the lines of, “You haven’t done this before, have you?”
Well, that’s entirely true. In fact, it’s the whole point of this post. It might be the worst paint job in Mornington. Auto specialists could well pin that on me. But hey – I did three things I’ve never done before, two of them intentionally and one not so much, all in the space of the week. That’s not nothing.
I think I’m done with it now, though. That’s why I’m going with new experiences coming in threes.