So I got a text message from my mother earlier and got this nice picture. My first thought was: holy fuck! Since when does my mom know how to send pictures? Second thought was: oh god this picture is of such a crappy quality. And finally: my dad rocks!

You may have read of my little icy adventure here. In the weeks after that, I purchased a new used fender, a new used front bumper, and a new headlight. Also, I drove over 100 km to the only junkyard in the area that had an RX-8 shell to cut out the structure under the fender. Only to find out that it was bent too, but better than mine, and repairable.

So as I am still not a good welder, I asked my father to install it for me. So apparently, he did, and test fitted the rest.

Nothing’s gonna bring me down today :)