I was at home in Tennessee and I drove over to the cemetery to visit my mom's grave. As I was leaving the parking lot, there was a small step-up onto the road's pavement. I wasn't so high that I couldn't have cleared it safely. But I didn't notice the pothole just before the step-up.
As my spoiler had just cleared the raised edge of the pavement, my driver's side front tire went into the pothole. The entire front-left side lowered, of course, and I heard the grinding sound of plastic on pavement. I checked the spoiler and it's ground-up pretty good on the bottom, but there's not really any noticeable damage to the front edge. I can notice it because I know where to look, but I doubt anyone else will see it. Especially after I do some light sanding and then attach my LED light strips to the lower front edge of the spoiler.
So why do I not even mind that this happened? I loved my mom very much and I miss her terribly. This incident happened at her cemetery. It occurred to me that every time I think about this incident or see the spoiler, or even see the Slingshot, I will now be reminded of my mom. I'm happy to have one more reason to remember her and think about her even more than I do already.
