This thread brings back an unpleasant memory from 30 years ago. I had just accepted a promotion from my employer that provided major a stepping stone on the corporate ladder. My deal with the devil(s), boss and spouse was I had to move to Chicago while my wife stayed on in PA and quit work to finish her masters degree. One year in solitary, just me and my '62 Imperial. I was doing the bachelor deal at the laundromat on a Saturday night. The low life using the dryer beside me pointed to the Imperial, calling attention to a dent in the rocker panel molding. "I have a buddy who can make a new one from aluminum siding, I'll give you his number!" I graciously declined, go out of there, and started doing laundry on Sunday mornings.