Story time. I was somewhere around the tender age of 5 years old, we were living in some apartments in North Carolina, and my parents left me with a babysitter for a night out on the town. Said babysitter wasn't very good at her job, and I took the opportunity to sneak outside and play in the snow. After several minutes of throwing snowballs at a street sign, I saw a white Jeep CJ with a gold eagle on the hood slide down an icy hill and plow right into the side of the Charger. ~30 years later, I fixed it.
The damaged door:
Mess in progress:
Getting it aligned:
It's labeled in case I forget what kind of car it is:
Lock cylinder and glass put in the new door (it had busted glass when I got it):
The damaged door:

Mess in progress:


Getting it aligned:

It's labeled in case I forget what kind of car it is:

Lock cylinder and glass put in the new door (it had busted glass when I got it):
