I went to the car wash the other day, and after all the bug innards and avian fecal matter had been washed off, I noticed on one of the doors a pretty big mark that looked like a plastic shopping cart impact point.  Oh well.  My car is almost six years old, and I don't care too much anymore about bumps and scratches.  There was about a three month period when I first got my car when I would've been upset by the tiniest scratch.  But I quickly got used to a simple fact:  My car is a utility car.  It serves the function of transporting me.  I don't use it to pick up chicks, or to impress my friends, or to win car beauty contests.  As long as it still works, I'll live with the dings and scrapes.  And I've discovered that a simple trip to the car wash and some tire cleaning spray can go a long way. #travel