Father Killed My Car...And Garage

Now before you start freaking out, don't. It has been almost a year now since this has happened. As you have all seen my car, (and if you haven't, shame on you! click here to see it) obviously it has since been brought back to life and nursed back to the sexual car it should be. But yes, it is true, my first post about Father tells of him not only killing both my car and my garage, but about how he did it all in less than twenty seconds. To say the least it was a feat.

It all started on a bright Sunday morning. We were getting ready for church as usual, only this day we were running late. I don't remember why we were running late, but we were. With us running late, tension was rather high among the family. Eventually, we all piled into my beautiful vehicle to set out for the church. Something that you will learn based on the different posts that will be written about Father is that he very much likes to be in control. So much so, that when he is in a car - any car - he is driving. This was the case that day. Reluctantly I handed him my keys and crawled into the passenger seat.