NewMexiKen discovered a three-foot long scratch along the left side of my Lexus yesterday. It’s light, but it won’t rub out and it had to have been done on purpose. “Keyed” is, I believe, the expression.
To which I can only quote the wisdom of Vincent Vega: “What’s more chickenshit than fucking with a man’s automobile? I mean, don’t fuck with another man’s vehicle.” (Pulp Fiction)
Oh, man. That is chickenshit.
And if you’re like me, it will annoy the crap out of you until you finally take it in and spend beaucoup bucks to get it fixed.
Have you tried that scratch-mending stuff they advertise on teevee? I’m dying to know whether or not it works.