I was driving home this morning to meet George's piano tuner. We have kind of a tricky driveway. It has two entrances. One is merely tricky; the other is very tricky. I always use the "merely tricky" entrance.
I don't know why, but I wasn't thinking today and used the very tricky entrance. And got tricked.
While navigating the tricky turn into my own driveway, my poor van made unfortunate acquaintance with the driveway's cement landscaping blocks.
So, I guess my van has character now. Scout friends will forever know Scout's mom's car as "the van with all the scratches."
(Actually, considering the horrid noise it made when van met blocks, I was surprised that the scratches weren't any worse.)